#rec!!!
ămy daddy didn't love me so i guess i've moved onto you
đ pairing: captain john price x fem reader
đ tags: nsfw, daddy kink, undefined age gap, oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex, rough(?) sex, both reader and price have a daddy kink that they indulge in with very little discussion, allusions to reader having a bad relationship with her father (but nothing concrete), price uses a lot of pet names for reader and also calls himself daddy several times
title is inspired by the song peter bogdanovich by my queen CMAT
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reblogs are always enormously appreciated!
If thereâs one thing you know, itâs that youâre damn good at your job.
You have to be in order to survive in this ridiculous goddamn base. There are protocols to be followed, risk assessments to carry out, weapons and equipment requisition requests to send off, and you have to handle almost all of it for Task Force 141. Thatâs one thing about working with the military â theyâre all about action, and rarely have the patience to fill in their paperwork, and then when they do itâs never done properly.
Youâre patient when you need to be, willing to push when you have to, and you make sure shit gets done. Itâs not an easy job; you work your ass off, and itâs often thankless. Most of your job is done behind the scenes, whether thatâs requisitioning on-the-fly tactical or strategic airlifts, liaising with other units, or trying desperately to smooth over any little problems that might crop up with the higher-ups.Â
Itâs challenging and exhausting, and you love it, but damn, it can be fucking infuriating. Working in a male-dominated environment is a little bit soul-destroying, with every condescending comment and lascivious gaze that lingers over your body. But none of that matters, because you donât need male approval to excel at your job. You donât need male approval for anything.
You repeat it to yourself on the daily, which is something that youâve never had to do before. But before, you werenât working with Captain John Price.
Heâs not⊠rude, per se. If anything, heâs always coolly polite. But itâs obvious, so obvious, that he just barely tolerates you. Heâs gruff, short, to-the-point, and never speaks to you outside of brusque orders. It takes weeks for him to start trusting you with even the most basic of files, and even then chunks of information are often redacted. And it shouldnât matter; youâve worked for men like him before, you know how it goes, and if anything heâs one of the better ones.
In the beginning, when you had first been assigned to the task force, Price had not been happy about it. It had been a tough transition; your assignment had been approved by Laswell in order to take some of the strain of liaising off both her and Price, but the Captain hadnât been too pleased about it. He had seen you as a sort of interloper, a silly little pencil-pusher sent in by the brass to do the grunt work of administration that no one else wants to do.
But you work hard, you always have done. And maybe⊠maybe, part of the reason that you end up busting your balls so hard is because you wantâ no. Maybe you need his approval. Youâd prefer not to think about it; itâs easier to throw yourself into your work, and pretend that youâre doing it for you.
Youâre not even sure how it started, but at some point, Price starts looking at you differently. Maybe he realises that youâre competent at your job, or maybe he just needs to get used to you. Maybe, you hope, heâs finally starting to realise that youâre good at what you do; that you can be an asset to the team, so long as they actually work with you.Â
Whatever it is, he eases off. Stops being such a hard-ass, starts giving you space to do your thing. Eventually, he starts delegating too â stops hoarding the work like a miser, and finally starts treating you like youâre capable of something more than just photocopying.
Heâs not a bad boss, not by a long shot. Heâs kind, determined, patient when it matters, with a wry sense of humour. Heâs also fiercely protective over his team, and that includes you now.Â
But heâs also older, by at least fifteen years, and heâs not always the most diligent with paperwork. Typical man of action, youâve seen it a hundred times before. Thereâs always something more important to do, and while heâs always so cognisant of your workload and careful not to add to it, he is also all too happy to let you take the reins when it comes to bureaucracy. You like to think that youâve proved yourself to him, but maybe he just respects competency.
That should be it.
But youâre so ashamed to admit that even when Price stops treating you like youâre a hostile target, you canât stop hoping for his attention. Your mental chants of I donât need male approval for anything, I donât need male approval for anything become a daily thing, and sometimes a several-times-a-day thing.
Because the thing is, Price can be a difficult man to please. Heâs always so busy that he doesnât have time to give you the approval that youâre straining for, but when he does it gives you the most shameful warm glow in your belly.Â
A brief nod or a low grunted âThanks, sweetheartâ is enough to fuel you for days now. Even better is when youâre walking along beside him, briefing him on the latest update from the higher-ups, and he leans his head in towards you as he listens intensely, sometimes even laying his large palm against the small of your back. Ostensibly, itâs to lead the way and guide you out of the path of the running cadets, but it just toes the line of professionalism and you flounder under the touch.
Itâs stupid. Youâre stupid. Heâs just a coworker, and you need to keep your issues to yourself.
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Youâre perfectly self-aware enough to admit when youâre in a bad mood.
You start the day tired, and when you check your reflection in the mirror first thing that morning youâre greeted with the sight of a big, fuck-off pimple on your chin. Itâs big, itâs throbbing, it practically has its own fucking heartbeat. You barely restrain the urge to pick at it, though you can feel it even when youâre not looking at it.
Your mood doesnât improve when you get to the small kitchenette by your office and find that someone has used the last of the fancy French Vanilla flavoured coffee that youâve stocked for yourself. As if thatâs not bad enough, your little stash of chocolate digestives you keep for yourself for emergency bad days have disappeared too.
You clench your jaw and continue about your business. Whatever. You can survive without your coffee and chocolate.
Your resolve falters when you see the pile of paperwork on your desk, but whatever. Itâs all part of the job. A little chocolate biscuit to nibble on would definitely make your job easier, but youâre a big girl and youâre just going to have to go without.
Then you get the phone call. One that makes you want to bang your head against your desk hard enough to knock yourself unconscious so that you donât have to deal with this.
Itâs time to update the TF141 personnel files. Orders from above, since thereâs been significant changes to medical and surgical history in the last couple of months from injuries on missions.
 Normally, thatâs not such a big deal. It just involves updating their medical and technical files, making sure that nothing major has changed with regards their addresses or other personal information, even though a big portion of it ends up redacted anyway.Â
And, naturally, updating their photographs for their files.
You start easy.Â
Gaz is happy to come to your office when you text him, and he stands obediently for you as you take his picture. Heâs gotten a metal plate fitted in his kneecap from the last time his file has been updated, and he sits and chats easily with you as you go through his information. Heâs a sweet guy, and so easy to talk to, and you sigh with the knowledge that no one is going to make your job as simple and leisurely as Gaz just has.
After he leaves, you target Soap. He comes to your office as easily as Gaz, but heâs significantly more difficult to photograph.
He just keeps smiling, no matter how many times you tell him to quit it.Â
âItâs a personnel file photograph, not a photo for your Instagram.â You sigh, irritated. âI need you to have a blank, neutral expression. Itâs like a passport photo, Sergeant. Itâs for a government document.â
âCanât help it, lass.â Soap says easily, that stupid grin not even dimming. âI see a camera, I smile. Itâs muscle memory.â
You think that your irritation is only encouraging him, which only worsens your mood. In the end, you donât get a single usable photograph of him for his file. You have to give up on him, swearing that youâll come get him to try again later. He leaves your office still chuckling, like he thinks your frustration is cute.
You have tougher targets to tackle.
The difficult part isnât even taking Ghostâs photo â the difficult part is catching him in the first place.
You spend almost three hours trying to track him down (because he wonât read your texts and your phone calls go unanswered), wobbling all over base in your stupid high heels and somehow missing him by mere moments every time. You arrive in the gym, the mess, the firing range, even the barracks, only to see the manâs enormous broad back disappearing out of the other door as soon as you get there.
You can only assume that Soap had given Ghost the heads up that you were on the prowl with a mission and a camera, because the lieutenant is avoiding you like the goddamn plague.
So yeah. Youâre in a real bad fucking mood. But you canât help it â some days your job is entirely thankless, and your mood drops so low that you feel like going home and crying. But you canât, and you donât want to show weakness in front of these military idiots, so all you can do is lock your jaw and go about your business the best you can.
You go back to your office, jaw and fists clenched tight, and collapse at your desk with your head in your hands. You have to take a few deep, slow breaths to try and calm yourself, but then you make the mistake of checking your reflection and your mood sinks lower again when you see that the stupid pimple on your chin has worsened.
God, this is just not your day. You have to get these stupid files updated, or itâll fall on your head.Â
Eventually, you reluctantly stand up. Thereâs no point moping; you have a job to do, whether you like it or not, and your next victim is Captain Price.
You walk to Priceâs office swiftly, your feet aching in your stupid heels. You wish you had worn something more sensible, but⊠well. Even subconsciously, you want to impress.
When you reach his office, you throw the door open and march inside without even bothering to knock.Â
Price is sitting behind his desk, and his head snaps up as soon as you walk in. His expression is set in a hard scowl, though it softens when he sees who it is. You guess you donât exactly pose much of a threat, so he sees no use in posturing.
âI need you for a moment.â You bite out, allowing the door to slam shut behind you.
You hear Price sigh, before he leans back and settles into his chair, making himself comfortable. Heâs wearing the same dark compression shirt that he usually wears for training exercises or to the gym, and heâs recently groomed his beard down too. He looks good, though it takes a colossal amount of effort for you to not notice, because you have other things you need to focus on right now.
âHello to you too, love.â He grunts, wiping a hand over his eyes. âWhatâs the problem?â
You struggle not to react to that, his low voice both soothing and igniting something in your blood. You take a breath, try to calm down. Youâre a professional, and youâre not here to embarrass yourself in front of the captain.
âIâm updating personnel files,â You say, and this time it comes out calm and steady, âI need to take a picture of you.â
Priceâs gaze lingers on you, his stern brow softening a little. For a moment, you think that maybe this is actually going to be easy. That heâll just stand up and take the fucking picture, so that the two of you can go back to your jobs and relax for the rest of the day.
But thenâ
âJesus, kid.â He sighs, already shaking his head. âIâm up to my eyes right now. Leave it âtill tomorrow.â
For a moment, you donât react at all. You just stare at him, letting those dismissive words settle over you. Heâs already looking back at his paperwork, mission briefings and maps littering the desk, and you feel so effectively dismissed. You feel small, so silly and stupid standing in front of him in a way that you havenât felt since you first started working with the task force. You had thought that you were past this, that you had earned some meagre sort of respect from him.
âI need it done today.â You say, and your voice comes out a little hollow to your own ears.
You donât need male validation. You donât. But damn, youâve had a rough day and the fact that your captain isnât even bothering to look at you makes you want to cry.
Price sighs, and rubs at the crease between his eyes. He looks just as tired as you feel.
âYeah, well. I donât have time. Tomorrow.â
You swallow, pursing your lips. Heâs so effortlessly dominant, which means that his careless dismissal stings all the more.
âI have to get the whole team done,â You say, struggling to keep your voice firm. âSoap wouldnât stop smiling for the camera, I couldnât find Farah anywhere, and Ghostââ
Price gives a sharp, derisive snort. âForget Ghost.â
You scowl. âI need to do the whole squad.â
âNot Ghost.â Price repeats, this time slower and with more emphasis. âSimon doesnât do photos.â
You take a deep breath, trying to stay calm. Youâve been working alongside the task force for a while now, and youâre familiar with Lieutenant Rileyâs penchant for covering his face. Itâs not something you have a problem with â usually.
âThereâs no reason for him to be the exception to personnel photos, Captain.â You say through gritted teeth. âEveryone else is being photographed. The task force might be covert, but Lieutenant Riley is no moreââ
âChrist, enough.â Price snaps, his voice a deep boom that has your mouth closing with a click. âThe One Four One is my squad, in case youâve forgotten. I know these lads, and Iâm telling you to leave it out.â
You stare, a little taken aback by the harshness in his voice. He hasnât been this sharp with you in months, not since you had started to prove yourself competent, useful. Now, you can see the warning signs of his bad mood; the circles under his eyes are pronounced, his skin dull in the ugly fluorescent lights of his office. He looks exhausted, his skin lined and dry like he hasnât been drinking enough water.
You realise, a little too late, that you might have been pushing your luck by insisting on something as silly as personnel file photos. TF 141 had only returned from deployment at the beginning of the week, and Price has no doubt been drowning in reports since.
âThis is why I told Laswell you werenât necessary,â His snarl is entirely unlike him, and he rubs his face furiously, his palms rasping through his beard. âI donât need someone coming in here and making demands of my squad forâ for fucking photographs.â
You inhale shakily through your nose; to your utter horror, you can feel your eyes burn with hot wet tears. Itâs stupid â youâve dealt with far crueller words from far harsher men. The nature of your job often puts you in the firing line for frustration, and when it bubbles over itâs frequently directed at you.Â
But this⊠this feels different, for some reason. Youâve been working your ass off to try and earn some recognition from Price, to show him that youâre a valuable asset to the team, and so his sharp, frustrated dismissal of you cuts deeper than it should.
You hate that your eyes are burning like this. You donât want Price to think of you as useless, or as the silly little girl who was put on the team by the brass who canât even do her job right. He was just starting to think of you as competent, and it hurts your ego to have to go to him for help with something that you should be more than capable of handling yourself in the first place.
âRight,â You say, and even youâre startled by the sharpness in your tone. âFine. Forget the file updates, then.â
You step forward, jaw clenched hard, and toss the files youâve been carrying around all day onto his desk. They hit the surface with a smack that feels uncomfortably loud in the tense silence thatâs fallen over the room.
âIâll tell the higher-ups that youâre handling it.â You continue, your voice coming out brattier than youâd like. âSince obviously I have no idea what Iâm doingââ
âOh, donât do that.â Price sighs, as though youâre the one being unreasonable. âWhat Iâm saying is, if youâre going to work with the team, you have to understand the teamââ
That, you think, might just push you over the edge.
âDo you think Iâm stupid?â You snap out, and Priceâs mouth closes. âDâyou think Iâmâ that Iâm some kind of idiot?â
Price blinks. It seems like youâve managed to take him by surprise, as though your bad mood rivals his just enough to pull him out of his own grumpy form entirely. He opens his mouth again, but youâre not ready to hear him speak again just yet.
âIâm here because Laswell put in a request for me to work with you and your squad, Captain. Iâm considered an asset to the teams that I work with,â Youâre scowling thunderously, all the tension and frustration thatâs been mounting all day spilling over. âAnd I donât have to put up with being dismissed and unappreciated when I know that I would be respected in other squads for the work that I do.â
Price raises his hands, a frown creasing his brow. âKid, thatâs notââ
Usually, being called âkidâ by Price has a warm glow settling in your stomach that youâre absolutely not interested in examining, but this time it only lights an infuriated fire in your belly.Â
âDonât!â You snap, your breath juddering unsteadily. âGod, you think I enjoy being treated like an idiot? You think I havenât had to deal with this from men my whole career? My whole life? Even my fatherââ
To your abject horror, a lump forms in your throat and you canât finish that sentence. Your eyes are hot with unshed tears, and youâre pretty sure your lip is trembling.Â
Price stands, his stern expression slackening into something like uncomfortable surprise as he moves to step around the desk.
âHey,â He soothes, lifting his hands. âIâm not your father.â
âI know that!â You snap, irate. Youâre frustrated with yourself, embarrassed at what youâve unintentionally given away. âI wouldnât want you to be!â
Priceâs expression flickers, as though he canât decide quite how to react to you. Youâre more than aware that youâre being childish, but you find yourself unable to temper your overreactions. In the face of your tears and your frustrated anger, Price looks like heâs at a loss.
âAll Iâve done is work hard, and tried to take the burden off you to make your job a little easier.â You continue before he can interrupt again. âAnd all I get in return is stress, and my chocolate biscuits eaten, and breakouts, andâ andââ
âKidââ
âThe only person who wasnât an absolute dickhead to me today was Garrick,â You rage, on a roll now. âEveryone else has just been soâ and look how bad my skin has gotten from the stress of having to deal with men who want to act like childrenââ
Price watches you with an expression that is plainly bewildered as you gesture at the stupid pimple thatâs been throbbing on your chin all day. You donât even think youâre making sense, too lost in your frustration and humiliation to be properly aware of what youâre saying.Â
âYour⊠skin.â He repeats, a little disbelieving.Â
You whirl away, agitated. Youâre not getting your point across well, and Price must think youâre simply demented.Â
âHey,â He says slowly, approaching from around the side of his desk. âI didnât mean to suggest that you werenât doing a decent jobââ
âWhatever.â You mutter, running your hands over your skirt in an attempt to straighten out the creases. âWhatever.â
Itâs too little, too late. Heâs always been a bit of a hardass, and youâve always tried so hard to please him, to impress him. But you canât bear to make a fool of yourself like this any longer.
âIâll leave the paperwork to you. Update it, or donât. It doesnât matter.â You say shortly, turning on your heel and marching towards the door.
âWait,â Price calls out. His voice is firm, echoing with the grim certainty of a man who is used to being obeyed.
But youâre not one of his soldiers, and his command falls on deaf ears. Your skin is still prickling with humiliation; you donât think youâve ever been so desperate to get away from the Captain before.
âSweetheart, just wait a minute,â Price says, and this time you can hear the exasperation in his voice. âI understand that youâre stressed, thatâs normal. Everyone gets stressed in this line of work. But you canât just go and get your knickers in a twist because some of the lads are beinâ difficultââ
âMy knickers are none of your business!â You yell. Truthfully, itâs more of a shriek, high-pitched and unsteady enough to have Priceâs eyes widening and darting towards the door as though worried about someone overhearing from the corridor.
âWhoa, okay,â Price says with the air of trying to soothe a spooked horse. âYou're right. Your... knickers... ain't my concern. But helping keep this squad running smoothly is, and that can't happen if my admin is on edge."
âOh, give me a break!â Youâre beyond on-edge now, sailing right into fury. âYou ignore me most of the time when you're not on deployment, you dismiss me when Iâm just trying to do my job, but now youâre telling me you need me to not be on edge?â
Youâve reached the door now, your hand clenched tight around the doorhandle as you take one last moment to turn and look at him. Heâs stepping towards you, no doubt with the intent to stop you before you can leave, but you donât plan on giving him the chance.
âKid, just hang on a damn minuteââ
âSort the files yourself, or do whatever you want.â You bite out, yanking the door open but pausing in the doorway. âI donât even care anymore. Itâs your squad, you do it.â
Price takes a breath, visibly fighting for patience. Truthfully, you donât know how he hasnât lost his head with you already. He was already exhausted and in an obviously bad mood when you had stormed in here, and it couldnât be more obvious that youâve just made it worse with all of your frenzied anger and borderline hysteria.Â
The fact that Price is staying calm and level even in the face of your stress-induced meltdown only makes you feel all the more ridiculous. You wish he would get angry, that he would snap at you like he had when you had first walked in â at least that way you could pretend that you donât notice the way his stressed scowl had melted into a look of concern as soon as he had seen the tears welling up in your stinging eyes.
âAnd you donât have to wear that stupid hat, weâre indoors!â You yell, your voice teetering on the edge of hysteria.
You just have enough time to see his hand reach up to touch the brim of his boonie hat before you hurriedly bolt out of the room, escaping into the corridor before he can stop you.
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ââ just thinking that maybe Iâd be better suited with another team, thatâs all. I heard Kortacâs liaison is approaching maternity leaveââ
âThat position is going to be filled internally,â Laswellâs voice is calm over the secure phoneline, a stark contrast to the shaky undertone of stress in your own. âBesides, organising a transfer like that is more trouble than itâs worth.â Thereâs a pause, then a sigh crackles over the phone. âYou still havenât explained what happened. As far as I can see, you were doing good work there.â
Yeah, you think sourly, because all you see is the paperwork end of it.
â... Internal conflict.â You mutter, playing with the fraying edge of your sweater sleeve.Â
Thereâs a long pause, protracted enough that it makes you squirm. You know what sheâs thinking â in your line of work, itâs impossible to avoid clashing with some of the big dominant personalities who are used to getting away with whatever they want. But youâve always been able to handle it, well-versed enough in diplomacy to know when to stand your ground and when to bow out to avoid unnecessary strife.Â
âInternal conflict.â Laswell repeats, her voice as bland as youâve ever heard it. âMeaning?â
God, it feels like youâre disappointing your mom or something. You scrub a hand over your face, pacing in the living room of your small apartment.
âI know how it sounds,â You say, âButâ they donât want to work with me. Thereâs only so much I can do if Iâm being met with resistance at every cornerââ
âYouâve worked with resistant squads before,â Laswell interrupts. âItâs part of the job.â
âYes, butâŠâ You start, before trailing off.Â
She has a point, of course. It is part of the job. Thereâs no way to professionally explain to your superior that the reason this assignment is so difficult is because you have a mortifying crush on the Captain of the Task Force. Itâs making you stupid, making all the stupid bullshit that youâre usually able to look past feel so much worse, especially because all youâve ever wanted was Priceâs approval.
Another sigh. This one, at least, sounds a little more sympathetic.
âLook,â Laswell says, and this time her voice is a little gentler. âIâve never given you an assignment that I didnât think you could handle. Whatever is going on, you need to sort it. Youâre a capable girl, and the One Four One is far from the most difficult team youâve had to deal with. There might be some big personalities there, but nothing that you shouldnât be able to tackle.â
âMhm.â You grunt noncommittally.
âSort out whateverâs going on with you.â Laswellâs tone leaves no room for argument, her suggestion falling just short of a command. âIf whatever issues youâre experiencing continue, Iâll talk to Johnââ
âNo!â You blurt.
God, you canât think of anything worse. Youâve already made a show of yourself in front of him, the last thing you need is for him to learn that youâve gone crying to Laswell about the whole thing. You donât want him to think of you as any more of a useless little girl than he doubtlessly already does.
âNo,â You repeat, calmer this time as you clear your throat. âIâll⊠sort it. Sorry to bother you with this, maâam.â
Laswell hums, and you can imagine her eyes narrowing. Judging by the wind whistling in the background of the call, sheâs not anywhere near her cushy office. Youâve interrupted her on whatever assignment sheâs on, and sheâs been kind enough to listen to your silly little complaints for at least fifteen minutes of her valuable time. You feel more ridiculous than ever, and you pinch at the bridge of your nose.
â... Right.â She says. âFine. Keep me updated on the situation. I want a sitrep by the end of the week, understood?â
âYes, maâam.âÂ
You understand whatâs not being said. Laswell expects you to work your own shit out, but you can hear the concern in her voice when she demands an update. All you can do is agree. Laswell has been by your side throughout your whole career, always having a hand in your assignments and your progression, and sheâs always been an advocate for you and what youâre capable of. Now, after this conversation, you feel silly for getting so overwhelmed in the face of what is a relatively minor obstacle.
âGood. Iâll speak to you then.â
You hum, wish her goodbye and good luck, and hang up the phone.
For a long moment afterwards, you sit in silence in your living room. God, how did all of this spiral into such a mess?
For the last few days, youâve been avoiding the base entirely. You have a few PTO days built up, and youâve taken the opportunity to just chill out. Itâs the first chance youâve had to relax properly in months, since you had started working with the task force. The space is good, and itâs needed.
You get out of the headspace of work, and reports, and files and requisitions and debriefs, and instead treat yourself with full body self-care. You exfoliate, you moisturise, you use a hair mask, you take bubble baths. You even catch up on the trashy Netflix romance series that you had put on hold for ages, just waiting for some free time to indulge.
And you almost, almost, forget about why youâre hiding away in your little flat in the first place.
But your third day off creeps around, and you canât help but feel as though your little bubble of isolation is about to pop. Thereâs only so much time away from the office that youâre able to swing, and the longer away the more you feel that your position on the team is untenable. No matter how you currently feel about the task force and your place with them, youâre not willing to let your hard work go down the drain just because youâre too cowardly to face them again after your little meltdown.
So, you go back to work after your little break away.
You manage to slink into your office mostly unseen, other than polite helloâs from other admin staff as you slip through the halls. Your office is far from prime real estate when it comes to office space on base â itâs well out of the way, down several corridors that no one ever goes down, and once you get past the main thoroughfares you donât come across anyone. Even still, it feels a little like youâre doing a walk of shame, but you walk with your head held high before you finally get your office door closed behind you.Â
To your surprise, your desk is clear. Typically, any slight break away from your desk results in work piling up on it, just waiting for your attention once you get back. You donât know what to make of the absence of work; you canât help but wonder, somewhat uncomfortably, if Price had taken your words to heart and dealt with all of the paperwork himself.
You check the drawers of your desk too, just in case, and come up empty yet again.Â
Well. Okay, then.Â
You sign into your desktop, waiting for the encryption program to load before accessing your emails. Thereâs a lot to catch up on, so you spend the next hour or so organising your to-do list in order of urgency.
You get lost in making your little lists, allowing yourself to relax into finding order in your schedule. You barely even look up until thereâs a soft knock on your office door, and by the time youâve raised your head the door has opened and Farah has slipped inside.
âOh,â You straighten up in surprise. âCommander. What can I do for you?â
Itâs a surprise to see her, especially since you hadnât received any email correspondence. Your office is tucked away down a remote corridor, and soldierâs usually prefer to just email you their requests rather than make the trek down.
Farah offers a polite smile, approaching your desk. âI hear you are taking photographs.â
Your smile slips a little. âOh. No, actually, I wasnâtââ
âCaptain Price said I was to be photographed,â She says, pulling the chair out opposite you and watching you expectantly. âI tried to find you yesterday, and the day before, but I believe you weren't on base.â
You shift, feeling abruptly rather awkward. âRight. I wasâ Price said that to you?â
âMhm.â Farah leans back in the chair, her dark eyes alert as they track over your face. âHe said that you have been stressed.â
You feel your face heat, mortified. Oh, god. How embarrassing. Has Price given the team a goddamn debrief on your little meltdown? Farah tilts her head as though she knows what youâre thinking, and a tiny smile quirks at the corner of her lips.
âThatâs all he said,â She says. âThat, and that we should try to make your job a little easier.â
âOh.â You shift, embarrassed and awkward. âIâ Listen, I had a⊠rough day at work a few days ago, thatâs all. Iâm notâ things are fine.â
Farah just nods as though thatâs perfectly convincing, and you find yourself wildly appreciative of her for a moment.
âSo, then,â She says, and raises her eyebrows. âThe picture?â
You canât find a way to explain that you had thrown that particular responsibility right back at Price in a fit of pique, but it turns out you donât have to. Farah produces a slim folder that you hadnât noticed her holding, and you realise with another flush of embarrassment that itâs her personnel file.
âThere wasnât much to update, just a recent blood work test.â She says as she lays it on your desk.Â
âThatâs⊠thanks.â You say weakly, taking the file in hand. You flick through it briefly, feeling something in your stomach squirm at the sight of Farahâs details all filled in â Priceâs handwriting is unmistakable, the small neat blocky letters standing out amongst the messy scrawl of Farahâs medical report.
You dig out your camera, still a little flustered, and direct Farah to stand against your plain white-painted wall. Sheâs an easy subject to photograph; she stands perfectly still, unsmiling, and you get the perfect picture after only a couple of attempts.
âLovely,â You murmur, flicking through the pictures. âThank you.â
Farah hums. Youâre expecting her to dismiss herself, and it takes a moment for you to realise that sheâs still lingering. You glance up, blinking, only to find that sheâs standing with her lips pursed, obviously considering something.
âThe Captain is worried about you.â She says, as though itâs the most natural thing in the world. âIs everything alright?â
You gape at her like a moron, camera still hanging loosely from your hands. You feel uncomfortably seen; thereâs no way that Farah could know what happened, but sheâs looking at you with an awful lot of sympathy right now.
âWhat?â You squeak.
âYou fought?â Farah speaks slowly, obviously conscious of overstepping her boundaries. âI donât mean to pry, itâs justâŠâ
âNo, thatâs okay.â You say hastily. âWe didnâtâ there was no fighting, exactly.â
She just nods, as if youâre making perfect sense, then smiles politely. She gathers herself up and steps towards the door, and you feel your head spinning as she turns to go.Â
âYou look tired,â Farah murmurs, low enough that you almost miss it. âWhen Price wants to fix things, let him.â
âMhm.â You nod quickly without really hearing her. Youâre pretty sure youâd agree to anything right now just to escape the knowing intensity of Farahâs gaze. âYeah, of course.â
After Farah leaves, you feel like you need another day off. Itâs all you can do to just sit in your comfortably padded office chair and groan like a moron, because Jesus Christ youâve made such a mess of things.Â
It was bad enough when you were pining like an idiot from afar; youâve had crushes before, and you know that you would have outgrown it eventually. But then you had your stupid little meltdown in front of Price, and revealed more than you intended, and all of a sudden youâve made yourself into a fool in front of the squad youâve tried so hard to impress these last few months.
You have to try hard not to spiral. In fact, itâs a challenge not to cave and grab your phone to call Laswell all over again to demand a reassignment right this second. You have a pretty good idea of what sheâd say to you in response, but still, the impulse remains.
All you can do is put it from your mind. You potter about, printing Farahâs photograph so you can tuck it neatly into her file with a paperclip, and then decide to start replying to the many emails that have built up in your absence.
The emails vary in tone, from polite enquiries to not-so-polite demands for you to solve some administrative issues, and you sigh quietly as you respond to some of the more snotty messages from upper management. And if youâre a little bit passive aggressive, then you donât think anyone can blame you.
Your mind has finally quietened, focusing on your work as the buzz of your thoughts settle down, when another knock sounds out from your door. This one is firmer than Farahâs soft knock from earlier, and a little louder, though this time you donât look up from your screen.
âCome in.â You call, chewing at your lip as you struggle to keep the wording of your email civil.
Youâre half-expecting it to be Soap this time around, or maybe one of the recruits hoping to get you to sign off on their leave. So when you finally glance up only to catch sight of the broad, thick-shouldered figure of Captain Price stepping into your office, you think you might go into cardiac arrest.
Email abandoned, you half jolt to your feet before changing your mind mid-movement and attempting to sit back down. It ends up being a humiliating sort of jerky motion, and you pray that he somehow missed it entirely.
âCaptain.â You wheeze, your voice coming out a little weak.
Priceâs cool blue eyes dart over your face and then down the length of your body, and you become suddenly, mortifyingly aware of the state youâre in. You might not want to admit it, but your wardrobe definitely changes when the Captain isnât on deployment. Instead of professional trousers, you wear your tight knee-length pencil skirts and fitted shirts, and totter around in your heels. And itâs silly, but⊠well, you canât help but notice the way Priceâs eyes follow you when you dress like that, and you like his attention on you.
Except today, you hadnât been planning on running into Price. You hadnât planned on seeing anyone, so you had dressed for comfort â youâre wearing a pair of frumpy grey wool trousers and a super over-sized soft purple sweater that practically swallows you whole. You havenât even done your hair nicely, and you curse yourself. This has to be the least sexy youâve looked in months.
âDâyouâve a moment, love?âÂ
His voice seems loud in the quiet of your office, even though realistically you know heâs only speaking in a murmur. In the quiet days youâve spent alone in your apartment, youâd almost forgotten how lovely and low and gruff his voice is, and you feel your toes curl in your shoes at the sound of it.
Itâs not as though you can refuse him, though youâre already embarrassingly aware of the way in which you had stormed off the last time you had seen him.
âYeah.â You swallow thickly in an attempt to strengthen your voice, but it still comes out high and thready. âSure.â
As if he had just been waiting for permission, Price steps into the room properly and closes the door behind him. All of a sudden, the room feels a little claustrophobic. Price is a big man, broad-shouldered and thickly built with a soft layer of fat cushioning those hard muscles, and you canât help but feel as though his presence is sucking all of the air out of the room.
But still, he approaches slowly, like youâre some kind of feral cat. Those sharp eyes of his are still tracking over you; he never misses a beat, and you know that heâs taking stock of you in the same way he would for an enemy out on the field. You feel raw, uncomfortably vulnerable. You find yourself wishing wildly and ridiculously that you had worn your usual fitted shirt and pencil skirt, or at least put on a bit of makeup.
âYou look rested.â He notes, coming to a slow stop just in front of your desk.
You suddenly curse your last minute choice to stay seated, because now Priceâs big body is towering over you in a way thatâs honestly making your head swim a little.
âYeah.â Your voice is a little hoarse. âI guess.â
Price nods, inhales through his nose. A moment passes before he clears his throat and reaches out to place a handful of files on your desk. Despite the plain manila envelopes, you recognise them for what they are almost immediately; the personnel files for 141.
âFinished âem off for you while you were gone.â He says gruffly, as though it were no big deal. âNearly had to nail Soap down to a chair for that damn photo.â
You stare at the files for a long moment, making no move to open them. You find yourself totally, utterly lost for words.Â
âThis isââ You start to say, and truthfully youâre not sure where youâre going with that. You think youâre about to thank him, but he doesnât really give you the chance to.
âWhy donât we talk?â He says, and motions to the dinky little couch in the corner of the room as if he owns it.
You hesitate a moment, a little peeved about the effortless way he takes command in your own office, but relent and push yourself up from the desk. You donât make eye contact with Price as you step around him, walking to the corner, but you can feel his eyes on you all the same.
 The couch had come with the office, and you donât even really want to think about how old it is, but you sink down awkwardly onto it anyway. The cushions are worn and threadbare and the springs creak gratingly when you settle your weight onto it, but itâs fine. It does the job.
Youâre half-expecting Price to drag the spare chair at your desk over so he can sit opposite you â youâre not expecting him to step right up next to you before he drops down next to you, sighing as his thick thighs spread wide.
You barely bite back a squeak, a little bewildered. Youâre not surprised that heâs asked to talk to you. Your behaviour had been wildly inappropriate, and you couldnât exactly protest if heâs decided to caution you or something.
But you had expected it to be a more formal affair; sitting together on the pathetic, dingy little couch in your office feels entirely too casual for the dressing down youâre sure youâre about to receive.
âThink weâre due a discussion about the other day.â He says, gentler than you had been expecting.
You avoid his eyes, though you can feel his stare boring into the side of your face. Ugh. Time to eat humble pie, you think miserably.Â
âIâm sorry, sir.â You keep your voice as dispassionate and prim as possible. âMy behaviour was unprofessional and entirely unacceptable, and I have no excuse. It wonât happen again, I assure you.â
Itâs as professional an apology as you can manage, and you chance a quick side glance at him to see his reaction. Your stomach sinks when you see that his brow is creased in a frown, and you panic a little at the realisation that your apology hasnât helped matters at all.
âWell,â His voice is gruff enough to elicit a little shiver from you. âI wasnâtââ He clears his throat. âI wasnât looking for an apology.â
That finally makes you turn properly, your eyes darting nervously over his face. Heâs already watching you, his blue eyes searing under the brim of his stupid hat. Heâs trimmed his beard since the last time you saw him; the salt and pepper bristles of his moustache and chops are neat and shortened. He looks good, though you try not to notice. He doesnât look as dehydrated or drained as he did a few days ago either, though he still leans into the couch with an air of quiet exhaustion.
âPaperwork has never been my favourite thing in the world,â He confesses with an air of chagrin thatâs painfully endearing to you. âAlways found it a pain, to be honest. Puts me right out of sorts. I was⊠short with you, the other day.â
You frown, making yourself small on the couch. âYou said I wasnât necessary.â
Price winces, then reaches up and pulls his boonie hat off his head so that he can drag a hand over his short-cropped hair. Though you had insulted it only the other day, it strikes you as odd to see him with a bare head.
âShouldnât have said that.â He mumbles, resting his elbows on his knees and letting his hat hang from his hands. âYouâve been great these last few months. Donât know what Iâd have done without you, sometimes.â
Youâre stupid. Itâs the only reason you can think of to explain the way blood rushes to your head and turns your face hot, your whole body going hot and prickly in response to his low praise. You fidget, glance away, and pray he doesnât notice.Â
âYou know Iâm no good at deskwork,â He says, and leans in a little closer like he thinks youâre not listening properly. âDonât have the head for it. I think youâre the reason the team runs so smoothly in the first place, love.â
The flattery is being laid on a little too thick, but it works. You fall for it entirely, a warm glow settling over you like a blanket, wrapping around you tight and soothing the jagged edges of your anger and anxiety. You hate that youâre so easy to appease, a couple of sweet compliments and assurances falling from your Captainâs lips assuaging all that upset that youâve been carrying around with you for days now.
But still, part of you isnât quite willing to let go of the sting, the hurt that his words and his harsh tone had caused.Â
âIs this you apologising, then?â You ask, watching him from the corner of your eye.
He smiles, close-mouthed. âYeah. It is. Not doinâ too good, am I?â
âYouâre doing okay.â You murmur, before deciding to try to be a bit cheeky. âBut you can keep going, if youâd like.â
Price laughs, rich and warm and low. You donât think youâve ever actually heard him laugh in all the months youâve been working with the task force, and the sound of it rumbles right into your bones, settling something inside of you and finally allowing you to relax. No longer tense with stress, you melt a little into the corner of the couch.
âShouldnât have snapped at you,â He says slowly. âYou do good work. Great work. You shouldnât feel like youâre not a valued member of the team.â
You swallow thickly. You feel too warm, your head swimming a little. His attention feels too heavy, heating your blood and going straight to your head.
âI overreacted,â You mumble reluctantly. âI shouldnât⊠your hat isnât stupid.â
That gets another bark of laughter out of Price, and he slaps a hand down onto your knee. The contact makes you jolt, eyes widening, but Priceâs hand doesnât shift. His palm is so large, spread across your thigh as his fingers curl over your knee. The touch feels almost scorching even through the thick fabric of your trousers.
All of a sudden, your tongue feels very thick in your mouth. The hand on your knee is not in any way suggestive; itâs chaste, innocent, just resting there like a reminder that he wants your attention on him (as if it could be anywhere else). But your nerves are jangling all of a sudden, every one of your senses straining towards him as you hold your breath.
âThe hat isnât the problem,â Price mutters, though you barely hear him. âI wanted to ask you about something else you said, love. Something you said about your father.â
That has some of the heat in your veins cooling, your eyes blowing wide. âIâ what?â
To your bewilderment, Priceâs cheeks have reddened beneath the whiskers of his beard and moustache. Despite his clear chagrin, he doesnât break eye contact with you, his thick fingers squeezing cautiously around your knee.Â
âDonât mean to overstep,â He assures you quietly. âAndâ and donât mind me if Iâm talkinâ nonsense. But I know that youâve been working so hard, and youâve got a tough job. Canât be easy. And I just wanted to say that if you'd like some⊠guidance â someone to steer you on the right path, that isâ well, that Iâm here if you ever want to talk."
Oh god. You feel your mouth go dry.Â
Itâs funny, because even though Price isnât even yet forty, heâs always seemed so much older. Maybe itâs the weight of the responsibility that he carries on his shoulders, or the battle-hardened icy blue eyes, or the paternal sense of protectiveness that he shows over his team. Heâs always been like an almost father figure for the squad, regardless of age; youâve seen the way heâs so protective over Ghost, the way he claps Soap on the back or shoulders in praise to boost him up, the way he beams with pride when Farah excels, the way he always makes time to guide or give advice to Gaz.
Itâs sweet. Heâs always been sweet, so aware of the personalities on his team, even when heâs acting like that typical military authority figure.Â
"Sounds like you want to be my daddy." You mean to say it in a derogatory fashion, laughing as though it's ridiculous, though when it comes out you can hear that itâs missing some of the sarcasm you had intended.
Price reacts instantly. He reels back, eyes widening, the pink in his cheeks flares into a deep red flush, and you see his chest heave as his breath catches. You hadnât been expecting a reaction like this; Price looks as though the words have hit him like a physical slap.
âJesus. Thatâs notââ He says, and the gravelly hoarseness in his voice is a shock. âThatâs not what I meant.â
Thereâs a moment of charged silence. Fuck, what have you done? Why would you say that? Why would you say that, to the captain of your task force? Hadnât you embarrassed yourself enough in front of him the day you had had your silly little meltdown? Itâs like you just canât keep your damn mouth shut around him, like your brain turns to mush the second he looks at you and you just lose the run of yourself.
âIâm sorry.â You blurt. âI shouldnât have said that. I donât know whatâ I didnât mean it.â
The next silence is even worse than the last, tension humming between you like a live wire. Heâs so close to you that his scent fills your nose â a blend of sweet cigar smoke, sharp gunpowder, and a heady masculine musk. You feel so fucking stupid, and more than a little panicked. You donât think you could survive the humiliation of having to call Laswell and beg for a reassignment twice in one day just because youâve completely humiliated yourself in front of the Captain again.
Price swallows, the sound painfully loud in the silence.
âRight.â He says slowly, before coughing roughly to clear his throat. âMm. âCourse. I didnât mean toâ perhaps I overstepped. Since you mentioned your fatherââ
âI donât want to talk about my father.â You say swiftly.
God, you feel like your issues are out on display with a big damn spotlight. You feel so pathetic, so damn pitiful, as though your desperate need for approval and affection from an older male authority figure is written across your forehead.
But if your issues are on display, then so are Priceâs, because you canât help but notice that the vibrant red flush on his cheeks hasnât faded. If anything, that deep flush has spread down his throat and over his chest; you can see how the skin thatâs stretched over his pectoral muscles is glowing crimson beneath his shirt.
A niggling boldness begins to creep in, and you find yourself straightening on the couch. You turn, bring one of your legs up on the couch so that you can turn your whole body towards him, one of your elbows resting on the back cushion of the couch.Â
Priceâs eyes sharpen when your body turns towards him, and his body draws tense. Those cool blue eyes dart over you, and youâre surprised to see heat in them despite your oversized purple jumper and unflattering wool trousers. The whisper of his fatigues brushing against the fabric of your own trousers is both a distraction and an invitation, your thighs sliding surreptitiously against each other.
âWhat if I did mean it?â You blurt out before your courage can flee you.
Price goes so still it looks preternatural, even the breaths in his chest slowing.Â
âKid.â He says, and it sounds like a warning.
You donât heed it, adjusting yourself so that youâre shuffling closer yet again. You donât think youâve ever been so close to him, his scent and his body and his heated gaze filling up your consciousness until heâs all that youâre aware of.
âWhat if I meant it?â You ask again, the whisper coming out low but charged.Â
Price takes a breath that sounds like a groan, and it surprises you. You hadnât expected that reaction; it sends a trickle of heated desire running down your spine, and youâre startled by how much you want him in this moment.
âDâyou know what youâre asking for?â He asks, the gravel in his voice flooding wet heat between your legs.Â
His carefully laced words linger in the space between you, daring you to accept, to shred the formal boundary that looms between the two of you. You get the sense that youâre walking a fine line here, that youâre getting close to the point of no return.Â
âYes.â You breathe, although youâre not entirely sure that you do know what youâre asking for. All you know is that heâs so close, and heâs staring at you with an expression of such hunger that itâs making you feel weak.
Price moves fast for such a big man, and all you can do is let out a soft sound of surprise when one of his big hands wraps around the back of your neck to pull you in. A deep, guttural sound escapes him when his lips crash into yours, his mouth demanding and greedy.
It feels like you go both lax and rigid simultaneously, before you positively light up. The hand that Price has wrapped around the back of your neck keeps you grounded, and before you can stop yourself youâre burrowing closer. It feels like the tension, your childish argument, the sexual friction â everything has culminated to this electrifying moment, where Priceâs full lips are consuming yours, the hair of his beard rubbing over your cheeks and chin and keeping your nerves straining towards him.
The kiss doesnât start out slow; it skips straight to hungry, fast and dirty, with Priceâs big hands on your hip and the back of your neck, holding and guiding you. Overwhelming.Â
Priceâs big fucking body is leaning in, caging you against the couch. The wide shoulders and barrel-chested mass of him pressing you into the cushions is just short of breath-taking, but itâs not enough. You want to be right up against him, under his skin.
You swing your leg over Priceâs, and climb up into his lap. His thighs are thick beneath you, wide and muscled, but youâre still hesitant to fully settle your weight against him. You just want to be closer, to feel the heat of him pressed against you, but the second you start moving Price grabs at your hips and pulls you down properly, uncaring of your weight.
âIâve beenââ You manage to say in between kisses, your words muffled and a little wet. âIâve been working my ass off, for the squad, for you, and you never say or do anythingââ
Price grunts, grappling with his sudden lapful of you. His eyes meet yours, and in them, you think you might see the spark of admiration, for your brave stupidity if nothing else.Â
âSh, I know,â He says as he grips at your hips under your oversized jumper, encouraging you to settle down your full weight on his thighs. âI know, love, youâve been working so hard. What would I do without you, huh?â
And the thing is, youâre a very capable woman. Youâve had to be, in order to survive in your line of work. You know that youâre capable, you know that you do good work, you know that you help keep the wheels greased and everything moving behind the scenes for the 141, but even still, Priceâs praise sinks into you like warm honey.
âWatching you walk around in those tight little skirts, Christ.â He hums, and his big palms land on your ass and squeeze there suggestively. âAnd those heelsâ completely impractical for a military base like this.â
You wheeze a laugh, clutching at his shoulders. It feels completely surreal that youâre currently perched in your Captainâs lap, with his big shovel-like hands groping your bum as he nips at your lips and confesses that heâs been watching you. It goes straight to your head, makes you dizzy, makes you wish wildly that you had worn one of those skirts for him today.
Oh, you could get used to this. Realistically you know the size difference between you two isnât that immense, but Price is built like a man whose reality is all war, and when he shifts beneath you his muscles roll, unwittingly showing off his physique. You think you could stay here forever, feeling safe in a big manâs lap, cushioned by his body as he tells you that youâre valuable, and important.
âFuckinâ hell,â Price groans, nipping at your lower lip before capturing your mouth wholly again. âYouâre a handful.â
Youâd love to argue that â you like to think that youâre perfectly measured and sensible, after all â but youâre already squirming in his lap, your legs spread wide over his thighs. Arousal pools in your stomach, makes you slick your knickers, and you canât stop the slow grind your hips trace against his thigh.
Priceâs breath shudders out of his chest, and his hands clench tight around your hips. âHang on a sec,â He breathes, âHold on. Iâm stillâ Iâm still your Captainââ
You think that itâs meant to be a warning, or at least a word of caution about the precarious situation youâre in regarding professionalism and inappropriate workplace relationships. What youâre doing right now is ridiculous, after all. Youâre still on base, youâre in your office, and if the two of you get caught you donât even want to think about the consequences. The fraternisation rule shouldnât apply here, since youâre only considered part of the team by a mere technicality, but even in your lust-hazed mind you can still recognise that sitting on his lap and kissing like this at your workplace is wildly inappropriate.
But if it is a warning, it doesnât work. The reminder of his authority only inflames you further, and a quiet whimper is torn from your throat when you rock against his lap.
He swears, and beneath you his cock stirs in his fatigues. You can feel the way it fills out where itâs pressed against the seam of your trousers, right between your legs. You reflexively squish your thighs together, tightening them around his hips.
âChrist,â He grits out like a curse. âAlright, then.â
He moves quickly, his hands secure on your back as he lunges forward, flipping you over so that youâre laying on your back on the shoddy, worn-down couch. You go so easily âÂ
youâre soft now, pliable and eager to please, and he could direct you anywhere he wanted.
Heâs too large to be climbing on top of you on a couch like this, but somehow it doesnât even matter. Now that heâs above you, holding himself up with those strong arms on either side of your head, he looks down on you with an expression that you donât know what to make of. His eyes are still intense, but the lines around them are softened as he stares down, his gaze tracing your face.Â
âYou think I havenât been looking?â He asks, and his voice isnât as harsh or gritty as youâd been expecting. Itâs softer now, fond, almost. âHow could I fuckinâ miss you? Always so pretty, always workinâ so hard. âCourse I noticed.â
When his fingers creep beneath your big purple jumper, you launch into helping him remove it, eagerly stripping it off so youâre laying in your bra. Itâs one of your simple utilitarian ones, and you curse yourself for not wearing a sexier one.
But Price groans at the sight of your simple white cotton as though itâs premium lace. His palms are rough as they trace up your sides, the callouses on his fingers coarse against the soft squishy flesh of your belly. He leans forward and nuzzles at your ear, kissing behind your lobe before scraping his teeth along your jaw until heâs kissing messily at your mouth all over again.
âSo gorgeous.â He says, his voice a low rumble that has your nerves buzzing. âI was too mean to you before, wasnât I? Too harsh, when all you were trying to do was help.â
âYes.â You whisper, though you feel a little bit petulant for it.
âLet me make up for it, darling,â He whispers back, and it sounds like a plea. âHm? Iâll show you how good youâve been.â
Youâre nodding before he even finishes, desperate. God, yes. Youâre not even sure what it is that heâs offering, but you know that youâll take anything that he has to give you.
Heâs looming over you, so large, as his hands fall to the closure on your work trousers. His fingers are so thick that he fumbles with the delicate button and little zip, and it takes him a couple of tries to pull it open and down. When heâs got it, he shucks your trousers off easily and tosses them aside, then stares down at you in your ugly shapeless underwear as though youâre wearing something else entirely.
Even though youâre laying unclothed and vulnerable, squirming and wanting, Price is so slow to get moving. He doesnât grab at you, or grope greedily, or take impatiently. He acts as though heâs got all the time in the world, leisurely looking you over as though heâs committing you to memory.
âNeed you to say it,â He says, strained like heâs trying to hold himself back. âNeed you to say it out loud.â
âWant you to show me how good Iâve been.â You say immediately, your desire leaving no room for shame. âWant you to look after me.â
The request comes out a little bit plaintive, and Price sighs out before ducking his head and kissing you again. Heâs so much more affectionate than you had ever imagined, and you feel as though youâre drowning in it. His attention is like a warm blanket, settling every craving youâve ever had.
âI will,â He breathes like itâs a promise. âOh, I will.â
His palms are rough and hot as they drag over your skin, deceptively gentle as he reaches your tits and pushes your bra up so that he can knead at the soft flesh there. He doesnât even bother to unclasp it, impatient enough that shoving the cups up so to free your breasts is enough for him.Â
He bends his head down, and licks a stripe over your nipple. His tongue feels scorching against you, like youâre hypersensitive to his touch, and he groans against your skin as though heâs tasting something incredible.
You writhe, hips arching up in search of some kind of friction, but Price doesnât give it to you. Heâs too distracted, peppering dozens of kisses over your tits as though theyâre something precious even as his hands coast down your back to grope at your ass again where your plain cotton underwear is riding up.
âSo pretty, ainâtcha?â He groans against your chest. âFuck, even when you were walkinâ around with a face on you like a slapped arse, I thought you were the sweetest fuckinâ thing Iâd ever seen.â
âCharming.â You snap, but thereâs no anger in your tone anymore. In fact, you donât think thereâs a lick of anger anywhere in your whole body anymore, like Priceâs hands and mouth on you have washed it all away.
All the brattiness, and the prickliness of your bad mood, is entirely forgotten now that youâre laid out and squirming beneath him. You can hardly even remember what you had been so stressed and angry with him for.
He finally reaches around to unclasp your bra, then tosses it to the side to let it slump sadly to the floor. His next target is your underwear, pulled from you roughly enough that you think the fabric might tear even as his hands cradle the plush flesh of your ass like itâs a treasure.
âMm, so gorgeous, princess,â It seems like the name just slips out of his mouth, and you feel your whole body draw tense and hot. âSo lovely, and I bet you taste even better than you look⊠like sugar, my sweet girl.â
Jesus Christ. You think your whole fucking body throbs, blood pounding and nerves straining as you wish so desperately for him to touch you. You canât handle him talking to you like that, so fondly, as if you havenât just acted like the biggest brat in the world for several days straight.
You can hardly even reconcile this man with the usual stern, gruff man that acts as your Captain, and you let out a choked whine of bewilderment as he slides down your body.
Your thighs are clamped together, shy under his gaze despite how desperately eager you are. You want this, you want him, but you canât help but feel so mortified by the vulnerability of being nude beneath him on the couch while his big formidable body is still entirely clothed.
Priceâs fingers stroke against your hip, his tone low and rich as his lips find your throat again. You can feel his tongue darting out against your skin, his hunger so palpable now that itâs infectious.
âLet daddy see you,â He croaks against the hollow of your throat. âSpread your legs, sweetheart.â
Itâs not like you could ever say no to that. The request sends liquid heat shooting straight to your cunt, making you hot and sticky. You spread your thighs, and feel embarrassment flare when thereâs a squelch as your cunt unsticks. Andâ Jesus, Priceâs eyes fucking light up, and you realise that heâs clocked your reaction to his honeyed words, the way he calls himself daddy.
The kiss he gives you is claiming and hungry, consuming your lips with a fervour that leaves no room for doubt about his intentions. Itâs a taste of both command and reverence â in equal measure. When he pulls away from your mouth youâre breathless, still gasping softly even as he pushes himself down the length of your body.
In the blink of an eye, heâs there â between your welcoming thighs, his hands resting securely on your soft hips, as much a lifeline as a promise of whatâs to come. Your pussy is already sloppy, slick and wet in anticipation of him. He shoves his head between your thighs, using his thumbs to spread apart your folds and just look at you.
Your back arches at even the suggestion of his touch, feeling his breath ghost over the heated slick flesh of your cunt. Despite your obvious willingness, and his apparent eagerness, he doesnât immediately touch you.
You crane your neck to see that heâs staring at your pussy as though the sight of it is earth-shattering. His gaze drinks you in, heated blue eyes taking in the sight of your swollen sticky folds, no doubt throbbing invitingly under his attention. Youâve never seen a man look so hungry, like heâs about to risk anything for it. A dark, groaned "fuck" escapes him as he kneels between your spread legs, head bowed as if in reverence.
"Daddy needs a taste, sweet girl," His deep voice a heavy rumble, vibrating against your soft inner thighs.Â
It takes a beat for you to realise that heâs holding himself back, that heâs essentially asking for permission to lay his mouth on you, but then you gasp, âYes, fuck, yes, pleaseââ
Price takes it as the enthusiastic invitation that it is and bursts into movement immediately, reaching out and guiding your legs wider so that he can muscle in between them properly, before leaning in and finally getting his mouth on you.
You choke, hips aching as you try to spread your legs even further. Price drags the flat of his tongue along the seam of your cunt, groaning as though heâs savouring the taste of you, before wrapping his arms around your thighs to keep you all spread open for him as his tongue rasps over your sensitive flesh.
You want to call out for him, but his name stalls on your tongue. What would you call him â Price? John? Captain? Daddy? You think you would die if you said it out loud.
Then his tongue finds your clit, and your thoughts scatter. He flicks the tip of his tongue over you, back and forth, then flattens it to grind eagerly. You had thought, given the way he had taken that moment just to look at you before heâd pressed his mouth to you, that he would start slow. But instead, he gives you everything he has.
You cry out as he devours your cunt, his bushy eyebrows pulling up in delight as you give him your first moan. While your legs had spread wide in the beginning, eager to let him in, you now close them tight around his head to keep him in place. You have a brief, hazy thought that maybe this is an asshole move of you, a little like if a man were to hold your head down while you were sucking cock, but Price doesnât seem to mind. If anything, judging by the snarl he lets out when your thighs close around his ears, he likes it.
You toss your head back against the worn couch cushions as jolts of white-hot heat spread from where his mouth is working at you, playing with you, tongue painting long, broad strokes up and down your pussy.Â
Your cunt is syrupy hot, throbbing as his tongue rubs relentlessly at your clit. Youâre so fucking wet, and you canât help yourself from rolling your hips more assertively into his mouth. Youâre leaking on his mouth, his tongue, your slick drenching his cheeks and his beard.
Seized by a sudden urge to watch, you clumsily raise your head so you can look down. It feels entirely illicit, watching Priceâs head between your legs as he buries his face so enthusiastically into your folds. His eyes flash as he glances up, the bottom half of his face hidden entirely in your pussy as his jaw works, the soft hair of his beard tickling your sensitive inner thighs.
With a jolt, you realise that one of his hands has fallen to his lap, his trousers hastily pushed open. Heâs fisting at his dripping cock, red and angry and still begging for release against the thick dark hair of his stomach. Sticky pre-cum leaks from his flushed head, pooling into his skin and clothes as his cock bobs and twitches at the sounds of your moans.
The sudden realisation that Price is getting off on this, on the taste of you and the smell of you and the way youâre whining, sets you aflame. He grunts, one of his big handâs wrapping around his throbbing skin to pump his length to the rhythm of his tongue inside of you.
âOh, oh fuck,â You press your lips together, stomach pulling tight as his tongue thrusts up inside of you, âFuck, fuck, fuck thatâs so good, oh god, Captainââ
âYeah,â Price grunts, his words all wetly muffled, his arms wrapped tight around your thighs to keep you in place as he feasts on you, sucking on your clit like itâs a sweet. âI know, baby, I know.â
Heâs so accommodating, so nice to you. You tilt your hips up and grind your cunt into his mouth, sighing in satisfaction as his tongue drags along your clit before dipping to lick inside of you. He barely even shifts when you hump your pussy into his face; he only opens his mouth wider, licks at you more enthusiastically as though your desperation is contagious.Â
Your belly goes hot and tight, and a high-pitched whimper is torn from your throat. It feels as though youâve been strung high and taut for months now, and your breath catches at your imminent orgasm. Youâve just been so stressed, and having Price hunched over you on the couch like this with your legs thrown up around his shoulders as he licks and sucks at you so eagerly that it has your eyes rolling in your head feels like itâs curing you.
You think, somewhat madly, that an orgasm like this, with Priceâs mouth sealed over your cunt, will solve every damn problem you have right now.
âWanna come, wanna come, Jesus fucking Christ, please pleaseââ Your chest heaves as you scramble, one of your hands reaching down to cup Priceâs head to keep him in place, face buried in your cunt. âOh god, please make me comeââ
Maybe itâs not fair to be so demanding of him, but to his credit Price responds with restless enthusiasm. You double over in pleasure as he heeds your broken little pleas, your nails scraping into the couch as you cling on for dear life. His tongue swirls over your clit quickly and with fervour, tight circles to make your vision go blurry.
Youâre lost in the sensation of his hot, wet mouth in your cunt, the way he licks into you like a starving man tasting his first meal. It feels like a sensation overload, as though youâre just completely lost to your own desire, but you just want more of what he is offering.Â
You grab his hair again and pull him closer, greedy with need, and he hums in affirmation as he allows you to guide his mouth to exactly where you need it. Arching your hips up, you grind into his mouth, chasing your orgasm. You groan, eyelids fluttering as you wrap your other leg around Priceâs shoulders, up around his neck, and his hand snakes around your thigh to anchor you there.
Priceâs fingers are gripping at your hips, surely hard enough to leave bruises there. You smile, almost deliriously; you could live with some souvenirs from tonight.
Your feeble gasps start to spiral into whimpers as that hot coil begins to tighten in your belly, and your toes start to curl. When your climax finally hits, it does so with a sense of relief that almost knocks you flat. Your body winds tight then releases, and you convulse in a wave of shudders that has you sobbing out loud.
Your chest heaves as you sob, squirming as Price licks at your clit insistently. It feels like your breath has caught in your chest, your toes curling so hard that your feet cramp. Youâre panting like a damn dog as your orgasm rocks through you, until the waves of it subside and you can finally get a full breath again.
From one second to the next your nerves turn red-hot and oversensitive, and you clamp your thighs shut around Priceâs ears and whimper-whine pathetically. Mercifully, he gets your unspoken message easily, and finally pulls back, chuckling breathlessly to himself as he pushes your legs apart in order to retreat.
âFuck,â He says, and his voice comes out as harsh and gravelly as youâve ever heard it. âJesus Christ. Knew youâd taste sweet, knew that youâd come so pretty.â
The praise practically slams into you, ripping through you like a forest fire. It feels like youâve lost your breath all over again, and ridiculously you suddenly feel shy.Â
âIâThatââ You start to say, but you still feel a little fuzzy-headed from your orgasm and your thoughts fizz away like TV static.Â
âMhm, I know, sweet girl.â He murmurs hoarsely as though you had said something coherent.Â
When Price finally sits up, you blink hazily. He had been all hunched over you, crammed into the corner of the couch in order to squeeze himself between your thighs like that, but now that heâs straightening back up again youâre reminded with a tired jolt just how big and broad and strong he is.
A small, self-conscious part of your brain screams at you to close your legs. Your thighs are still spread wide, your cunt on display; youâre still all sloppy and wet, spit-slick and dripping, all puffy from the attention Price had lavished on you with his mouth.
But instead of closing your legs, you let your thighs fall open a little wider and shift restlessly under his intense gaze. Your desire makes you stupid â how could you ever experience anything as mundane as self-consciousness when heâs staring at you like that? Heâs looking at you like he wants to fall atop you all over again, and you feel yourself throb â you feel so empty, your body craving something to fill you.
And Price notices the way you keep yourself all spread for him, the way you donât make any move to cover yourself. Beneath his beard, his face splits into a wide smile, the apples of his cheeks practically glowing with pride.
âOh, my girl, you're so pretty. Just the loveliest girl in the world with your beautiful face and your hair all wild like that.â He leans in then, and presses a hungry kiss to your mouth. He tastes salty-sweet, the iron tang of yourself lingering on his lips. His beard is wet too, practically soaked through.
You gasp when he pulls back, overwhelmed by the kiss and the praise and the electric aftershocks of your orgasm. âYour beard is wet.â You observe dumbly.
He chuckles, as though youâve said something terribly endearing. âOf course it is, sweetheart. Thatâs all you.â
You mumble a little incoherently, mostly because youâve just spotted the way his trousers are still unbuttoned and his hard, swollen cock is jutting out from the band of his boxers. Itâs angry looking, the head of it so red it looks a little painful, and you feel a sudden urge to return the favour seize you.
But when you reach out, Price is quick to grab your wrist. He transfers his grip to your hand swiftly so you donât feel as though youâre being held down, his wide palm and thick fingers winding around yours.
âDonât have to do that, love.â He grunts, shifting. Heâs looming over you, hips tilted towards you and his wide shoulders blocking out your view of the office. âDâyou think you could take me?â
It takes you a moment for your slow, stupid brain to catch up and process what heâs asking you. Then you nod swiftly, eyes widening. You're wet and sticky and so so empty, and you have no doubt your body is so ready to take him inside.Â
Youâre still a little limp and drained from the satisfaction of your orgasm, but you keep your thighs spread and wait eagerly for him to touch you again. He doesnât keep you waiting long; he coos softly at you as he adjusts himself, kissing your tummy then up your sternum and back to your throat. The soft, sweet kisses distract you as he presses his hips between your thighs.
You gasp softly, your clit sensitive enough that when his cock rubs against it, you jolt. Despite the overload of sensation, you find yourself grinding back against him, so desperate for something. As if he can sense what you need, he presses a kiss to your jaw and dips a hand between your thighs. Two thick, calloused fingers circle your clit for a moment and make you whimper, only to dip lower and press inside you.
His fingers are larger than yours, but they still slip into you so damn easily that itâs embarrassing. You barely even feel a stretch, your body so eager for him that your cunt practically sucks his fingers up.
The worst part is the way Price laughs, all soft and breathy as he rubs his callous-roughened fingers into the spongey walls of your cunt.Â
âOh, fuck,â He murmurs, his lips dragging over your overheated skin. âYeah, youâll take me just fine.â
You burn with embarrassment, but you still donât close your legs. Itâs silly, but thereâs still an element of pride as his fingers rub against the soft inside of your pussy; you want him to see how much you want him, how well youâll take him. Itâs obvious how wet you are, and you hope heâs imagining how good youâll feel on the inside.
âNeed you to turn over for me, love.â He murmurs, gripping at your hips and easing you over so that youâre on your belly beneath him. âThatâs it, arse up. My knees arenât what they used to be. Make it easy for me.â
You usually would make a joke about that, some sort of jab about being old before his time, but you simply donât have the mental capacity for it. Youâre too busy dropping to rest your weight on your elbows as you stick your ass up towards him, arching your back and hoping you look pretty.
He doesnât waste any more time, much to your relief. Your mouth drops open with a sigh as you feel the blunt head of his cock glide between your slick folds, tapping once against your clit just to watch the way your legs jerk, then finally lining up with your entrance and pressing lightly in. His cock notches, catches, then slides in so slowly that it makes you want to scream.
âGotta let me in, petal.â He says, using his grip on your hips to pull you back onto his cock in increments. âRelax, relax.â
You had wanted this, youâre more eager than you think youâve ever been for anyone in your life, and yet Price is a big man and the stretch makes your breath stall in your lungs. Your cunt is sucking his cock in further with a hunger thatâs almost embarrassing, even as you wince a little at the feeling of being stretched out to your limits. Though youâre wet and eager and ready, two of Priceâs fingers briefly testing inside werenât quite enough to prepare you for how fat his cock is.Â
Your head is spinning. Youâve never taken a cock this big with so little stretching, but neither you nor Price are patient enough to wait. But the stretch feels good, and you find yourself wheezing like a moron as he presses inside inch by inch.
âFuck⊠you alright, love?â Price breathes, adjusting his knees on the couch behind you and wrapping his hands around your hips. The motion only succeeds in shifting him far enough away to make you aware of the feeling of him sliding into you again. You both groan, and you feel Price twitch, deep inside you.
âFuck,â You moan, breath gasping out of you. âYouâre fucking huge.â
It feels like youâre learning for the very first time what it really means to be full. For a few seconds, it feels like you canât even breathe. It feels like his cock is lodged somewhere in your belly, forcing the breath from your lungs as he nestles his way deeper into the eager clutch of your body.
âAm Iâ sâit too much, honey?â He asks, his voice rough and low as his hands squeeze at the flesh at your hips. âNeed me to take it out?â
âNo!â You blurt, and your body clenches up hard as though youâre trying to lock him in and keep him from escaping. âDonât you dare!â
His cock still feels so big, and when you tighten up as hard as you do it almost feels as though heâs fucking impaling you. Price groans as though heâs been shot, and his head lowers so that heâs burying his face into the space between your shoulderblades. His body lowers too until his chest is pressed to your back, joined at the hips as he rocks inside of you.Â
âOkay,â He grunts, and you can feel his chest expand as he takes a breath. âOkay, love, but you need to relax. Youâre going to squeeze my cock right off.â
âSorry.â You try to do as he asks, taking a deep breath and allowing your body to go limp and pliant. He grunts in appreciation, and you feel his whiskery beard rasp against your throat as he presses a kiss to your neck as if to reward you.
Your spine is still taut from the pressure of being all stretched out around his cock, and you reach back clumsily to grasp at his belly, the soft fabric of his shirt rucking up between your fingers. Price reaches back and grabs at the neck of his own shirt, tearing it over his head then tossing it aside. Your eyes are all hazy and a little blurred from your overwhelmed tears, but you look back over your shoulder and blink frantically in an attempt to get a proper look at him.Â
God, heâs so big and strong, his chest furred with a layer of brown hair curling in whorls over his nipples and down over his belly. You feel yourself pulse in response, your mouth dropping open in a thoughtless gasp of desire. Heâs exactly the kind of man you think of when you think of masculinity, and your belly tightens in anticipation when he presses all up against you, heavy and hot.
When he begins to pull out and press back in, the noise you make is utterly pathetic. It feels like he cleaving you in two, carving out a space for his cock every time he fucks back into you. Heâs cautious at first, conscious of hurting you, but when your thighs close around his hips he grunts and begins to pick his pace up.
âChrist, youâre tight,â Price says, his voice all rough and muffled against your shoulder. âAnd you're all mine, love, my own sweet girl, ainât that right? And daddy's gonna love you so good, isnât he?â
âYes,â You gasp stupidly, pressing your face into the couch cushions.
Typically, you find that doggy style can be a position thatâs a little detached â usually, you like seeing the face of the person youâre fucking. But right now, with Price plastering his whole hairy body against your back as he ruts into you and the sweet filthy words heâs murmuring to you, this position feels so far from detached that it has your head spinning. It feels like heâs blanketing you, the heat from his skin igniting what feels like an inferno between the two of you. Sweat beads at your forehead, and you moan softly as Price begins to fuck you properly.
Youâre bouncing against the couch, clutching at the cushions as your body moves under the weight of Priceâs powerful thrusts. The sound of it is sloppy and wet, your bodies smacking together quick and hard. And fuck, it feels good. His cock is hitting that perfect spot deep inside of you, and your entire body jolts with pleasure every time he pounds back in.Â
Itâs enough to make you squeal, your nails scrabbling desperately for purchase on the threadbare couch cushions in an attempt to stabilise yourself. Your nipples are sensitive from Priceâs licking at sucking at them, and your toes curl as your tits are pressed into the rough-textured cushions, electrifying your nerves to the point of almost too-much.Â
The noises you make are entirely undignified, and you struggle to muffle them into the couch. Little burbling ah ah ahâs are being torn from your throat every time Price fucks into you, the sensation of his furred balls slapping against you with every thrust has your eyes rolling.
Your body is all loose and pliant from your earlier orgasm, and you whimper as though youâre being fucked absolutely stupid. Itâs not that heâs fucking you all that hard, but heâs filling you up so deliciously and knowing that itâs him, your Captain, the man that youâve worked so damn hard to impress and to please, makes you feel like youâre going to explode. Even through the haze of desire and pleasure, a little part of you is still so aware of making him happy. You keep your back arched, practically waving your ass up in the air as he fucks into you.
âTell me how you like it, sweetheart. Tell me how it feels.â Price says in a low, rough purr. His chest is still pressed to your back even as the two of you pant and sweat as you rock together. âTell daddy how good he's making you feel.â
Jesus Christ, Price feels like a fucking furnace against you. It feels almost as though youâve been glued together, your skin sweat slick as he ruts into you like an animal. Your lungs are burning, and your mind is completely scattered. Getting fucked like this feels feels primal, an exchange of power through pleasure; youâre aware that heâs asked you a question, but you can hardly string two thoughts together. All you can do is squirm and whimper in below him as his weight pins you in place.
âGood,â You groan, vaguely aware that tears are leaking from your eyes and soaking the couch beneath you. Your vision is blurred, and you canât even see straight. âI justâ itâs so muchââ
âI know,â He rumbles. âBut you can take it, canât you? Youâve been so good, sweetheart.â
The praise does exactly what heâs hoping for; you practically melt into a puddle beneath him. Your thoughts are slow and sluggish, and your jaw hangs open as you fucking drool. Even still, you manage to nod your head clumsily. You can take him â it feels like a point of pride to prove it now, to show off how good you can be.
Priceâs rhythm is practically machine-like, and you make a quiet sound of pure appreciation when his cock slams into that gummy spot inside of you that makes you lose your breath. Itâs as though he takes note of it, because from that point on he stays absolutely jackhammering into that little spot, making you see stars and have to bite your lip to stifle your moans. His balls would slam against your clit in a repeated motion that made your underbelly tighten like a coil so close to snapping.
He groans every time he sinks into you, his growls rumbling into your back and ratcheting up the intensity another notch. You feel lost in a sea of sensation, moored only by the places of contact between you and Price. Your hips are humping back against Priceâs cock unconsciously, unable to help yourself and unable to get enough of him.
âI wanna come again,â You say, and it comes out in a demanding sort of whine. Itâs a little humbling to hear yourself and realise that you sound so honest to god bratty, but you canât bring yourself to care when Price is apparently in such a giving mood today.Â
âYouâre gonna come, love.â He promises. His voice has that tone to it, the one youâve always tried to ignore during work because it makes you so horny. The authoritative one, when it drops just a bit in pitch, when it sounds just a little like a threat.
But despite his promise, he doesnât change his steady pace. Youâre just this side of overwhelmed, but you still need more to push you over the edge into the second orgasm thatâs simmering in your lower stomach.Â
âPlease, daddy,â You let the name pass your lips on a whimper, finally giving in and calling him by the title heâs so clearly craving. Heâs fucked all the shame out of your body at this point, leaving you with nothing but white hot desperation. âPlease, please make me come againââ
âFuckinâ Christââ
Priceâs arm reaches around your front, and youâre startled when his big palm wraps around your throat. You think for a moment that youâre about to get choked, but no pressure follows. He just grips you there, gentle and secure, before using his hold on you to pull you back against him so that heâs rutting up into you at a speed thatâs overwhelming in the best way. His other arm reaches around your belly so that he can rub at your clit as he rails you into the couch. His soft grip on your throat ensures that no matter how much you try to squirm your way back into meeting his thrusts, youâre forced into stillness.Â
Itâs exactly what you wanted, and it has you wheezing and hiccuping out moans on every stroke. Itâs better than you ever could have hoped for, and youâre nearly sobbing from the sheer sensation of it all. You feel your abdomen drawing tight, heat beginning to build rapidly in the bottom of your belly as he strokes at your clit hard and fast at a pace that matches his fucking.
You know that youâre already starting to shake, trembling from head to toe. You canât even keep your back arched anymore, though you donât think Price gives a shit because he just nuzzles at the base of your shoulder as he fucks into you. Between his cock and his fingers, everything just feels too much but your body is strung taut as you proverbially climb higher and higher.
âOh god, Iâmâ yes, yes, yesââ You chant, your voice high and reedy and so damn needy.
Then the world falls out from under you. With one last whimpering moan, your body convulses beneath the heavy weight of your captainâs big body. Your vision practically wipes out, and you squeeze down around Priceâs dick and pulse. Your whole body rocks with the flood of pleasure, the warm fuzzy feeling that makes you feel as though youâre losing your mind. You know that your hips are twitching madly, simultaneously trying to get more and less as you get overwhelmed by the feeling of him fucking you through it all.
Youâre still coming down from the sweet release of your orgasm when Price practically tears himself away from you, leaving you cruelly empty and clenching around nothing. You let out a sharp sound of loss, startled that heâs pulled away so suddenly, and you find yourself slumping bonelessly against the couch now that his hands are no longer supporting you.
The wet shlurping sounds from behind you prompt you to glance lazily over your shoulder from where your face is smushed against the cushions, and youâre blessed with the sight of Price tugging his cock furiously behind you. His cheeks are bright red as he stares at the mess heâs made of you, his jaw soft and his mouth open as he pants.
He sees you looking, and whatever expression is on your face seems to be his undoing. He takes in your tear-clumped eyelashes and your dazed expression, and you can practically see the moment he hurtles over the edge. He practically snarls, his nose scrunching in a way thatâs unexpectedly adorable right as his cock gives one fat pump of thick white come, then several smaller sputterings that collect in a creamy puddle right at the base of your spine, just over the swell of your ass.
You sigh, your eyelids fluttering lazily shut as you relish the feeling of his hot come hitting your skin. You still canât manage to pull yourself together, feeling loose and floaty like youâre on another fucking planet entirely. Youâre only distantly aware of his big palm rubbing gentle circles on the small of his back; you think for a second that heâs just trying to soothe you, until your fucked out brain catches up and you realise that heâs rubbing his come into you like itâs goddamn lotion. Your cunt gives a tired throb at the realisation, fluttering as though itâs sad that he didnât come inside.
âFuckâŠâ You hear him rumble from behind you, then a hot heavy weight settling over you yet again. This time, he pulls you back into his arms to hold you tight against his chest.Â
You go perfectly limp, curling into him and nuzzling into his sweaty hairy chest. Despite yourself, youâre reminded of cuddling with a massive teddy bear. All you can do is hum, basking in the affection and hardly able to think at this point after heâs turned your brain into a slurry of feelings without thoughts.
âYou okay, love?â Price asks. You can feel his nose nuzzling against your temple, though you canât quite summon the energy to open your eyes again. âDid I go too hard on you?â
Your legs are still shaky, your hamstrings aching and your back throbbing a little from the pounding youâve just taken. But Price is being so lovely and soft, so gentle with you right now. His hands coast over your hips, your back, your waist, squeezing a little bit just because he seems to like the way you feel in his hands.
âShhh,â You drawl shakily. âDonât make me think right now.â
A low chuckle, and you feel his broad chest rumble with it where your head is laying atop him. His fingers run up the length of your spine, the touch making you shiver. He touches you like youâre delicate, a stark contrast to the way heâd just fucked you into your sad little office couch. It makes something in your belly squirm.
âAlright. My girl just needed to switch off for a while, hm?â He murmurs, and you can hear the clear undertone of amusement in his voice. âHow are you going to finish out work today if youâre all sleepy like this, huh?â
That wakes you up a little, and you finally blink your eyes open again in order to look up at him. An edge of panic is beginning to creep in as awareness comes back to you, and you take a deep breath as your hands curl against his chest.
âOh my god.â You blurt, eyes growing wide. âIâ weâre at work!â
âSharp as ever, darling.â
Not even Priceâs lazy wryness can distract you now. You try to wiggle off the couch, already craning your head around in search of your clothes, but Priceâs thick arm locks tight around your middle and keeps you pressed to him.
âWe have toâ oh my god, we have to get dressed, what if someone walks inââ
âShh, shhh, I locked the door when I came in,â Price grumbles. He doesnât appear too impressed with the way youâre attempting to wiggle away, but it doesnât matter so much; even with one arm heâs perfectly capable of keeping you pinned in place against his chest. âLie back down, love.â
Slowly, you let yourself relax back into him. Itâs hard to hold onto your panic when heâs so obviously unbothered, so you end up hesitantly snuggling back up against his chest as his arms come up to close around you. Despite his encouragement, youâre unsure whether or not youâre allowed to be touching him like this. But his hands donât stray from you, not even once, and gradually you return to your previous state of being a puddle of limbs and pliant muscle.
âThatâs it, relax.â He coaxes, clearly pleased now that youâre melting back into him.Â
âI have so much work to catch up on.â You grumble, though you have no intention of actually going anywhere now that heâs given you the greenlight to stay like this.
His chest vibrates beneath your cheek, and you realise heâs chuckling again. It feels good, and you sigh softly as your fingers stroke lightly over the defined shape of his soft pecs.
âYou think I wasnât capable of keeping the ship afloat for the couple of days you were gone?â He asks, one hand stroking over your flank then dipping lower to flatten his palm over your left asscheek. âI finished out those little files you were stressinâ over. No picture of Ghost for his, but like I said, thatâs standard.â
You had known that he had finished updating the files for you when you had seen Farahâs, but hearing it straight from his mouth is something else entirely. You purse your lips and lower your eyes, still embarrassed about your little freak out despite his apologies.Â
âThank you.â You mumble.Â
You try to hide your face in his chest again, but a large hand on your jaw stops you by tilting your head back and forcing you to look at him. A thumb strokes over your cheek, and then heâs leaning in and pressing a sweet kiss to your mouth. You respond tiredly but eagerly, still hardly able to believe that your boss that youâve been mooning after for months is being so affectionate and intimate with you.
Price pulls back slightly so that your lips are just barely touching, breathing each otherâs air for a moment.
âAsk for help when you need it, sweetheart.â He murmurs, his lips dragging over yours. âThatâs what Iâm here for. We help each other with the workload, alright?â
âYeah,â You breathe, leaning in eagerly in the hopes of getting another kiss. âAlright.â
Price smiles, his cheeks going all full and round as his eyes crinkle, and you feel your heart throb so violently it feels as though it jumps right up into your throat. He leans in and kisses you again, soft and sweet as his beard rasps against your chin.
You want to stay like this forever, wrapped up so warm and cosy and safe in his arms. He makes you feel so safe, like youâre valued and appreciated, and you canât even feel bad about being lazy because he so clearly doesnât want to move either.
âLet me come home with you tonight,â He says suddenly, and you feel his bicep contract as he squeezes you closer. âYou have an apartment off base, donât you? Iâll⊠why donât I cook you dinner, hm? Want to show you how much I appreciate all the work you do.â
Thereâs a pause, then he adds cautiously, âIf Iâm not being presumptuous, that is.â
You canât stop the shy smile from overtaking your face. Heâs so sweet, and being on the receiving end of this kind of attention from him is more than you ever could have expected. Ridiculously, he seems a little nervous as well, and you come to the slow realisation that he had been vulnerable with you as well when it came to his interests when he had fucked you.
âI thought this was you appreciating the work I do.â You say coyly, glancing pointedly at all of your bare skin pressed up against his.
âMm. You do a lot of work, and Iâm very appreciative.â Price murmurs, squeezing teasingly at your ass.
You giggle despite yourself, relishing the light-hearted air between the two of you. At the sound of your laugh, Priceâs expression brightens further; itâs strange, seeing your usually stern, stressed captain being so sweet with you. Youâre so used to seeing him with that flinty determined look in his eyes, or barking orders, or with his eyes sagging with exhaustion after a long deployment only to return to a pile of mission reports. Seeing him like this, with those soft eyes and a fond smile, makes your heart feel as though itâs beating out of rhythm.
âI said Iâd look after you, sweetheart.â He murmurs, and this time his voice is missing that teasing undertone from before. He sounds so earnest now, almost painfully so. âYou just need to let me.â
Yeah, you think to yourself as you let yourself succumb to the drowsy haze thatâs been tugging at you, allowing your eyes to slide shut as you nuzzle into Priceâs bare chest. You think letting John Price look after you might just be the easiest thing youâve ever done.
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
i just know satoruâs the type to lean down when you two are making out while standing up, and he literally pushes himself into your personal space because he cannot physically get enough of you. like his hands are gripping your flesh, your thighs, your ass, and then his hand wraps around your neck and when you try to pull away to breathe, he chases after your lips and pecks them repeatedly.
âno no noâcome back here, please,â
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Somebody [SVTHUB world tour collab]
pairing;Â choi seungcheol x f!reader
genre;Â smut (minor dni), fluff, angst, romance, fake dating au
summary; When you need someone to help you out of a bind quickly, you pick the first person you see to be your âboyfriendâ, you just didnât expect it to be your single hot dad neighbor, Choi SeungcheolâŠ
content warnings; single father!seungcheol, teacher!reader, seungcheol has a child (obviously), eating/drinking, jeonghan/joshua (implied relationship but not stated), betting metioned, alcohol, medical field - doctor!seungcheol, doctor!joshua, mentions cheating in past relationship, mentions death/accident of spouse - widow!seungcheol --- i am sure there are more, if there is anything important you want me to add let me know
smut warnings; unprotected sex (birth control mentioned), creampie, fingering, oral (f receiving), begging, crying (pleasure), multiple orgasm, lots of pet names, marriage kink, seungcheol carries the reader and is larger than the reader, manhandling, shower sex...again if I miss something let me know.
w/c; 25.2k and some change (623 extra words for patreon bonus)
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You were exhausted. You had been living in your new apartment complex for around three months, yet you still werenât completely unpacked. Between work and just a general unwillingness to complete a single project that had to do with your personal life, it seemed easier to let the boxes sit where they lay until they became an inconvenience. Today, they were an inconvenience.Â
So now you find yourself having worked a full eight hour work day and you still managed to unpack four of the daunting boxes, and you were feeling pretty good about yourself. At least you were until you made your way down to the parking lot to put the boxes into the recycling bin and heard an unwelcome voice.Â
âY/N⊠hey.âÂ
Your ex-boyfriendâs voice made any strength you had in your arms leave as you attempted to push the boxes into the large blue bin. He didnât live in your complex. In fact, you had moved out of your shared apartment with him, which was at least a 20 minute drive away. It should surprise you that he would show up uninvited and unannounced, but after a five year relationship with him, you knew he was persistent.Â
Wiping your hands off on your jeans, you clear your throat and turn to meet the manâs eyes before looking for how you were going to get out of the situation. You werenât afraid of your ex; it was more that he didnât know when to stop. You had told him time and time again, after a very messy breakup where you had caught him cheating, that you wouldnât take him back. It didnât make it any easier that you had the same profession as him and when things had been great, the two of you had applied at the same place.Â
âAlex⊠wild seeing you here. You donât even live here.âÂ
He knew you were being evasive. You did the same thing at work, but that didnât mean that he couldnât still try. Persistence was key. There had been something there between the two of you that made a relationship last for as long as it did, and if he worked hard enough, he could get it back. At least thatâs what he thought.Â
Sighing, Alex watches you turn away from him, heading back towards the building. Following behind you, he groans when you shoot him a dirty look.Â
âBabe, seriously? Iâm looking at the apartments in the area. I thought Iâd just stop by and say hi.âÂ
Rolling your eyes, you use your body to shield the keypad so you can type in the code to unlock the complexâs door, hearing the code get denied, once and then twice. You were flustered and hitting the wrong buttons.Â
âSure, whatever. You have a perfectly fine apartment, and donât call me babe. Iâm not your babe.âÂ
When you canât seem to get into the building, Alex sighs again, reaching out to try to comfort you, but he only manages to make you uncomfortable as he grabs your arm, telling you to calm down. You look to the door surprised to see it opening, a larger man furrowing his brows at the sight in front of him before you give him a relieved and pleading look.Â
"Oh, thank God, hi honey. Alex, have you met my boyfriend?âÂ
Tilting his head in confusion, Seungcheol looks between you and the man holding your arm before he sees the desperation on your face. You were in some sort of distress. He knew you lived in the building; in fact, you were his neighbor, though he hadnât had much of a chance to speak to you yet. Seungcheol knew he could say he didnât know you, go on his way, staying out of your business, but something about you and what was happening told him he needed to play along. Extending his hand towards the one around your arm, Seungcheol gives the man a tight warning smile.Â
âHey man, Iâm Seungcheol.âÂ
You feel Alexâs hand slide from your arm, his brows furrowing at the new information. Watching the two men, you feel your heart in your throat as they shake hands and the man named Seungcheol moves closer to you with a smile, looking at you expectantly.
âIt was great to meet you Alex, but uh...â Clearing his throat, Seungcheol tries to think about how to get you out of this without making you uncomfortable. Shrugging, he sighs and just goes for it. âI was just coming to see why you had been gone for so long. Dinner is ready.âÂ
Your cheeks burn as Alex stares at you, his eyes narrowing. You can tell he is almost looking for holes in your and Seungcheolâs story, but when you smile and Seungcheol puts his arm around your shoulders, Alex rolls his eyes. You werenât sure if he actually bought the entire story on the spot, but it had been enough to get him to put his hands in his pockets and for him to back up, muttering.Â
âIâll see you at work, Y/N.âÂ
Offering your ex a strained smile, you lean into Seungcheol until Alex is out of sight. Taking a deep breath, you feel the pressure of being around him lift off of you before you glance up at Seungcheol and give him an apologetic look. Moving his arm, Seungcheol chuckles and shakes his head, turning back towards the door and using his keyfob to open it for you, letting you slip by him.Â
âUhâŠthank you. Seriously. Iâm so fucking sorry to drag you into that.âÂ
Leaning against the metal doorframe, Seungcheol just smiles and shrugs. His eyes stay on yours as you walk backwards for a few steps towards the elevator.Â
âMy pleasure, honey. Have a good evening.âÂ
You canât help the smile that spreads across your lips when the handsome man teases you. Backing into the elevator door, you laugh and shake your head, turning to press the button before glancing back to look at Seungcheol, still watching you for a moment before he waves and lets the door shut, leaving you alone.Â
Finally, in the elevator, you can take a breath as you lean against the wall. With each soft ding of the elevator as it climbs the floors, you chew at your lips and laugh under your breath at how the exchange between you and Seungcheol has ended. It was silly for you to feel so smitten by someone who had just helped you out of a hard situation, but god had he been attractive.Â
Walking towards your apartment, you sigh, taking your key out of your pocket as you glance to the door next to yours. Your brows furrow as you remember the first few days when you had moved into the apartment complex and you had met your neighbor in passing. He had been nice, asked you if you needed any help, but most of all, he had been attractive. Feeling your heart sink into your stomach, you picture the face of the man who had asked if you needed help moving boxes and itâs the same face that had pretended to be your boyfriend.Â
âSara!âÂ
Jutting your hip to the side, you barely manage to let one of your students run by you as he heads straight for a friend. Smiling at the interaction, you donât notice the boy's father trailing behind him, a small backpack in his hands.Â
âMatthew⊠You need to apologize to your teacher. I know you are excited, but still watch where you are going.âÂ
Shaking your head, you start to turn around towards the somewhat familiar voice when the small boy pouts up at you. He is so cute that you canât stop yourself from squatting down to his level to smile at him and adjust his small tie on his uniform.Â
ââM sorry, teacher. I havenât seen Sara all summer. Daddy wouldnât let me stay at her house because Iâm a boy.âÂ
You find yourself nodding along with his words, sympathizing with him until you canât help the small laugh that slips from your lips.Â
âItâs okay, Matthew. There will be plenty of time to play with Sara at school. Cut your daddy some slack, okay?âÂ
Ushering him along, you watch him for a moment longer, half turning towards the boy's father but still not quite looking at him. You have a habit of watching your students more than you do their parents, it would only take a second for a five year old to find trouble.Â
âDonât worry about Matthew. No harm done.âÂ
Seungcheol grins at you as you watch the kids so diligently. He had no idea that you were his sonâs teacher; this was a happy surprise, or perhaps an awkward one. He hadnât really made up his mind yet. It isnât until you finally glance at him and your mouth falls open in confusion that Seungcheol presses his lips together and winces at your reaction.Â
âDidnât know your boyfriend had a kid, huh? Is that a deal breaker?âÂ
You can feel your cheeks burning at Seungcheolâs joke, but your eyes quickly move over him before you give yourself something else to do by reaching for Matthewâs bag. It was better if you kept yourself busy and just did your job. Laughing a bit awkwardly, you meet Seungcheolâs eyes and bite at your lip out of nerves as he lets you take the bag and you move to the small wooden cubbies to find Matthewâs name.Â
âUh⊠I will be honest, I didnât. Iâm sorry again, by the way. Even more so now. I swear to you, Iâm not a complete mess; Iâm a good teacher.âÂ
Shaking his head, Seungcheol finds himself frowning when you seem to find the need to explain yourself and defend your position. He hadnât meant to cause that reaction.Â
âIâno⊠Iâm sure you are. Iâve heard nothing but great things about you leading up to today. I apologize⊠that was rude of me. I was just trying to make a joke. Break the tension.âÂ
Feeling a pang of guilt at your reaction as Seungcheol frowns, you take a deep breath and shake your head. You didnât want him to feel bad. It just wasnât the most ideal situation to find yourself in with a parent. Running your fingers over your hair, you press your lips together and scrunch up your nose, drawing Seungcheolâs attention to it. He smiles, finding the expression on your face cute. You were cute.Â
âNo, no, I know. Iâm sorry. Iâve only been here a couple years and this is my first year without working in someone else's classroom. I just donât wanna mess up.âÂ
Seungcheol nodded, understanding the feelingâperhaps not in the same profession, but he had been there in his own way. Gesturing towards the kids, Matthew in particular, as your eyes once again move over the kids, more of them making their way in, he shrugs as he speaks.Â
âWith how you have been watching them... I donât think we have a single thing to worry about.âÂ
He finds himself wanting to stay, if not just to talk to you but also to Matthew. It was his first day of big boy school, and even if Matthew looked like he was doing just fine with the adjustment, Seungcheol couldnât say the same for himself. One glance at his wrist, seeing how much time he had spent standing in the classroom, however, makes Seungcheol sigh and run his fingers through his brown hair.Â
âI gotta go. I should get out of the way anyway. MatthewâŠâÂ
Hearing his name, the small boy perks up and looks towards his dad with a grin before making his way over. Ruffling his hair, Seungcheol practically pouts, making your heart feel heavy. This part was hard, even for you. You didnât have children of your own, but the sentiment was still there when you watched loving parents leave their children for the day.Â
âI love you. Please be good. Learn somethinâ?âÂ
Giggling, Matthew leans into his dadâs touch and rocks on the balls of his feet as you take a step away to give them a moment to themselves.Â
âLove you too. Iâm so smart, Daddy. Teacher will be suppised!âÂ
Rolling his eyes at how cocky his son sounds, Seungcheol groans under his breath and looks at his watch again.Â
âYeah, alright, it's 'surprisedâ and stay away from Uncle Jeonghan. Learn some humility.âÂ
âI donât know what that means, Daddy.âÂ
Your small laugh draws Seungcheolâs attention and makes him grin as he ushers Matthew towards you.Â
âI bet Miss Y/N knows and she will let me know if youâve put it into practice when I pick you up after school.âÂ
Winking at you, Seungcheol turns to head out the door, glancing over his shoulder to wave at you as he goes. Looking down at the small boy with an expectant look in his eye, you bite at your lip and try to think about how you are going to explain humility and modesty to a five year old on a Monday morning.Â
âThatâs so good!âÂ
You clap as you watch a few of your kids preen with pride after counting to ten. They had been working hard after recess and a snack. It had been a good first day and you were proud of each and every one of them, even if you couldnât help how your eye kept going to Matthew. He was so cuteânot that all the kids in your class werenât; there was just something about his gummy smile that reminded you so much of his dad.Â
Looking up at the clock as the bell rings, you quickly look back at the kids, who mostly look confused until the door opens and parents start to file in.Â
âHey! Everybody⊠I know you want to see your parents, but letâs remember to grab our bags. Cubbies first, please!âÂ
You watch as most of the kids listen to you, moving in small lines to the wooden cubbies to grab their jackets and bags before finding their parents and heading out the door. Bending to pick up a few toys, you furrow your brows when you hear your name. Itâs said by a small, familiar voiceâMatthew, who pouts at you when you finally meet his eyes. He looks around, seeing most of the room clearing out, but his dad is nowhere to be found.Â
âHey, whatâs up? Maybe your daddy is running late. Maybe mommy is coming?âÂ
Shaking his head, Matthew gives you a confused look as he tugs at the bag on his shoulder.Â
âI donât have a mommy. Can you call my daddy?âÂ
Feeling a pang of guilt at mentioning his mother, you squat down to Matthewâs level so he doesnât have to tilt his head back to look up at you anymore. You knew you could call Seungcheol if you needed to, but school had just ended. Maybe you could give him a few more minutes. Reaching for Matthewâs bag, you sigh and offer the boy a smile, watching him match it with that cute gummy grin.Â
âHow about we give him a few more minutes and if he doesnât come, we can call him? You can pick any book you want and Iâll read it to you.âÂ
The idea of choosing any book in the room is enough to make Matthew okay with your terms. Wiggling out of his bag, he goes to the shelf, looking over the book covers as you stand and put his bag on the table with your purse. Checking the clock, your brows furrow with a sigh. It wasnât that late and you were sure this wouldnât be the last child you would be waiting for.Â
Cursing under his breath, Seungcheol looks at his watch as he speed walks through the school halls towards your classroom. He was over 30 minutes late and he was sure you were upset with him. He should have called but he was more concerned with trying to get to the school in one piece.Â
Reaching the door, he starts to speak when he hears your soft voice and for some reason, it makes him stop in his tracks. He sees Matthew sitting in your lap as he rests back against your chest, a book in your hands. You smile as you read the book, trying to come up with a voice for each character, making his son laugh. Seungcheol almost feels bad for interrupting the moment, but then he feels bad again for leaving you here at work with Matthew for so long.Â
âY/NâŠâ
Lifting your head, hearing your name, you smile at Seungcheol, feeling Matthew slip off your lap and run towards the door. You were definitely second best, but that was completely fair. Seungcheol holds the back of Matthewâs head as the boy wraps his arms around his legs and pouts up at him, asking him where heâs been.Â
âI got caught up at work; Iâm so so sorry. It wonât happen again.âÂ
Moving towards the table, you pick up Matthewâs bag as you shake your head.Â
âItâs no problem. It happens. Maybe you could just text me to let me know if you are gonna be late?âÂ
Nodding, Seungcheol lets out a breath, lifting his hand to rub at the back of his neck. You were right.Â
âNo⊠yeah, absolutely. Iâll make it upââÂ
âOh! Hey⊠Seungcheol, right?âÂ
Your smile fades hearing Alexâs voice as you watch Seungcheolâs brows furrow in confusion. Moving quicker towards the door, to hand Seungcheol Matthewâs bag and get his attention, but his eyes move to your ex.Â
âIâyeah⊠I gotta get Matthew home.âÂ
Looking towards you as if asking for an explanation, Seungcheol takes the bag from your hand while ushering his son out the door. You try to let him go, gesturing towards the hall, when Alex scoffs and gives him a once over muttering under his breath.Â
âSeriously, Y/N? A parent...âÂ
Swallowing hard, you feel your chest tighten when Seungcheol stops in his tracks. You wouldnât blame him if he told Alex it was all bullshit right there. It would be smart of you to do it, he wasnât going to let it go either way. Starting to speak, you stop when Seungcheol is quicker, keeping his voice low as he smirks at Alex.Â
âIs there a policy against that, Alex?â Glancing at you, Seungcheol reaches out to grab your hand, squeezing it lightly, winking at you before dropping it. âSee you later, Y/N.âÂ
Your cheeks burn as you watch Seungcheol walk down the hall with Matthew. The young boy glancing back to smile at you curiously before looking up at his dad and saying something you canât make out. Beside you, Alexâs jaw tightens as he watches you keep your eyes on the man leaving. What he wouldnât give for you to look at him like that again.Â
âThere should be a policy against itâŠâÂ
Shooting him a look, you turn towards your classroom, your hand on the doorframe as you speak.Â
"Well, there isnât, Alex, but there is one about harassment. Leave me alone.âÂ
You watch his mouth open and close a couple of times as you close the door in his face, leaving you in peaceful silence to wrap your mind around what had just happened.
Wiping sweat from your brow, you glance around your living room at the boxes that had once been piled up in a corner. It had been difficult to tell if you were moving in or out, but as you broke down, one last box signified that you had officially settled in. It had only taken you months to do it, and for some reason this Saturday felt like the right moment; everything was feeling like home in this apartment for once.Â
Grabbing as many of the boxes as you can, you let out a groan at how many trips you are going to have to take as you make your way to your front door and push it open with your shoulder. Cursing under your breath to the sound of your keys hitting the floor at your feet, you try to lean down without putting down the boxes when a hand brushes over your fingers, taking your keys from you. Before you are able to say anything, your eyes meet Seungcheol's, and your lips pull up into a shy smile.Â
âYour hands seemed full.âÂ
Nodding as you take the keys and slip them into your back pocket, you donât notice Seungcheol glancing into your apartment, seeing the pile of boxes. It isnât until he clears his throat, gesturing inside, that you tilt your head curiously.
âWant me to help with the rest? I think we can get them all down to the bin in one go.âÂ
Your first instinct is to tell him no, that you donât want to bother him, but there is a look in his eye that you donât want to turn him away. So you step out into the hall and smile at Seungcheol instead.Â
âI mean, if you are really offering.âÂ
Laughing, Seungcheol nods and slides past you, glancing around your apartment with a grin before he leans down to pick up the larger pile of boxes, heading back towards you.Â
âItâs not a big deal, Y/N. I was hoping to talk to you today anyway.âÂ
Moving through the hall with Seungcheol at your side, you use your elbow to press the elevator button, your head once again tilting to the side, almost like a puppy hearing a new word as you listen to him speak. He wanted to talk to you. You try to think of the reason, but only one comes to mind. Â
âIs it about Matthew?âÂ
Pursing his lips briefly, Seungcheol quickly smiles at your assumption and nods to cover up any doubt. You werenât wrong in thinking he would want to talk about his son. You were his teacher, it was only fair that he would be the topic of normal conversation.Â
âMmm, he loves school. I think you are the main reason.âÂ
Shaking your head, you step off the elevator and head for the main doors out of the apartment building with Seungcheol in tow. When you stop to lean your boxes against the wall, opening the door for him, Seungcheol smiles at you as he moves through the door, only to stop and hold it open for you with his foot.Â
âThanks, but no... I think itâs his friends. He loves hanging out with Sara.âÂ
Seungcheol lets the door close behind you before trailing along at your side as he shakes his head. He knew how much his son liked his friends, but there was something different about Matthew since he had started school.Â
âItâs more than that. Heâs eager to get there. He can see Sara anytime, and that doesn't have to be at school. He wants to get to Miss Y/Nâs class.âÂ
Feeling your cheeks heat up, your lips pull up into a smile that you are unable to hide even as you look down. It was one thing to be told you were good at your job; it was another to hear that a student wanted to go to school because of your class. It was everything a teacher wanted to hear.Â
Watching Seungcheol push his boxes into the bin, you run your fingers along the underside of one of the boxes still in your hands. You werenât sure if he even understood the gift he had given you while helping you with a mundane task that you had been dreading. Glancing down, you take a deep breath, hoping the butterflies in your stomach will calm down when Seungcheolâs voice brings you back to reality.Â
âHere, let me put these in there too.âÂ
Meeting his eyes, you swallow hard, feeling his fingers glide over yours as Seungcheol takes the boxes from your hands. When you glance away with a small smile on your lips, he takes notice. Pushing the rest of the boxes into the bin, Seungcheol bites at his lip, trying to choose his words carefully, before he turns back to you and scratches at his brow.Â
âAnything else to throw away? Is whatâs his name lingering around? I can toss him in too.âÂ
Feeling your cheeks burn, you scoff into a laugh as Seungcheol moves back to your side. Walking in tandem towards the building, you glance up at him, shaking your head as he laughs, along with you leaning to knock your arm with his to let you know he is joking.Â
âAlex⊠and thankfully he isnât. God, I am so sorry about all of that. I shouldnât have gotten you involved to begin with.âÂ
Shaking his head, Seungcheol purses his lips, watching you take your keys out to tap your fob against the reader, letting him open the door for you.Â
âItâs not a big deal. You seemed really uncomfortable. I was happy to help⊠I mean, I still am. He strikes me as the type to not give up easily.âÂ
Scoffing once again, you follow Seungcheol to the elevator, leaning against the wall as you meet his eyes. That was an understatement. If he was able to tell from just a couple of meetings with your ex, that should say plenty about Alexâs character. You find yourself allowing your eyes to move over Seungcheolâs face, his handsome eyes, and his plump lips before you sigh and look down at your hands as the elevator steadily climbs the floors.Â
âHeâs not. He thinks thatâs a redeeming quality.â Sighing into your words, you push off the wall as the doors open, stepping out into the hall as Seungcheol follows you. âBut heâd be wrong. I couldnât ask you to help me anymore. Youâve done so much.âÂ
Offering Seungcheol a smile, you walk backwards for a moment as he tilts his head, his own smile lifting at one side as his eyes move over you. You were so cute; he knew it was dangerous this game he was playing. He wanted to get close to you and he knew there were better ways, this had just been the one that had been presented to him.Â
âYou didnât ask. Iâm offering⊠Speaking of, you busy this evening?âÂ
Shaking your head, you slide your keys from your pocket as you watch Seungcheol lean against his door. You canât help but notice the way your eyes once again move over him. He was possibly the most handsome man you had ever seen and also the most unattainable. You needed to remember who he was and the boundary that was set, even if it was blurred.Â
âMm, no. Why? Need some help with Matthew?âÂ
Seungcheol sighs into a laugh. It wasnât unfair that youâd assume he wanted to ask you something involving his kid, but he just smiles as you look at him curiously, as if realizing for the first time that Matthew isnât around.Â
âOh⊠no. Heâs with my parents this weekend. I was gonna ask if you wanted to come over for dinner?âÂ
Your brows furrow at Seungcheolâs question. That boundary was getting even more blurred as you considered his question and he seemed to see you struggle before he laughed and bit his lips before speaking up again.Â
âWe can talk about how to pretend to be a good fake couple. You know, for appearances sake. Maybe get Alex to get a life.âÂ
While Seungcheolâs explanation wasnât entirely convincing, you smiled and nodded. In truth, you didnât want to turn down the dinner invitation. You didnât want to tell Seungcheol no and that you didnât want to spend more time with him, even if Matthew wasnât involved. It was a dangerous line you were walking.Â
âGreat! Uh⊠around 6?âÂ
At 5:55 you were considering texting Seungcheol to tell him that you had suddenly come down with the flu. Your anxiety was causing your heart to rise into your throat as you tugged at your shirt, trying to make sure you looked decent.Â
With your hand hovering over the door, you whine to yourself before knocking lightly at Seungcheolâs door and waiting. Maybe he would make it easier on you and just not answer the door, but then the idea of that makes you frown. You hate the idea of not being able to spend the evening with Seungcheol. Even the idea of something disrupting it causes disappointment to bubble in your stomach until the door opens and you are met with his handsome face and a gummy smile that matches your favorite one of Matthewâs.Â
âHey, you lookâuh⊠I mean, you look pretty. Come in.âÂ
Seungcheol stumbles over his words, the flush of his cheeks evident as he shakes his head, trying to keep his head and not overstep with you. He knew where he stood and where he wanted this to go, but you had made yourself pretty clear the first day in your classroom. You were his sonâs teacher and now this situation... It was odd. Seungcheol was just happy to at least have you in his life as a friend, if not more.Â
Swallowing hard, you look down to hide your smile as Seungcheol compliments you. You werenât sure how to react, so instead you pressed your lips together and gestured outward to his apartment.Â
âYour place is so nice.âÂ
Shrugging, Seungcheol leads you towards the open kitchen and living room area where, the dinner, he has been working on bubbles quietly on the stove. You watch him adjust the temperature and stir a sauce as he sighs, tilting his head.Â
âItâs a mess. I should have cleaned up more. I donât usually have company besides a few friends, but they are used to Matthewâs shit laying around. Here, do you like this?âÂ
Holding the wooden spoon out towards you over the bar, Seungcheol watches as you blink at him a couple times before leaning forward to take a bit of the sauce off the spoon. It is savory and delicious as it hits your tongue and the back of your throat. Closing your eyes, you nod and lift your fingers to brush them over your lips as he watches you with a smile on his face at your reaction.Â
âItâs delicious, Seungcheol.âÂ
Turning down the heat even more, Seungcheol moves to the sink to strain another larger pot as you watch him closely. His voice is calm and soothing. Everything about him makes you feel almost instantly comfortable in a space where you thought youâd want to hide under the table without a reason to truly be there.Â
âI donât know if itâs all that great. You are being nice, but this is my go to for dinner. Matthew likes pasta and Iâm halfway decent at it. So I hope you actually like it.âÂ
Licking your lips, you lift your hand to cover your smile as you watch Seungcheol putting the finishing touches on dinner. He moves with ease, his eyes catching yours every once in a while, making your skin erupt in chillbumps as you glance away shyly. You could feel yourself getting too comfortable around him if you were to let your guard down, and that was all your body was telling you to do.Â
âMind to grab a couple of those wine glasses?âÂ
Glancing to your right, you shake your head gently before collecting two of the fragile glasses as Seungcheol moves past you towards the table. You hear your stomach growl as the smell of the pasta and garlic bread greets your nose when you get close enough to set the glasses down. Smiling, Seungcheol sneaks a look in your direction, watching your brows furrow and your lips turn down in embarrassment as he hears the grumble coming from your stomach.Â
âIâsorry. I didnât eat lunch.âÂ
Shaking his head, he picks up the bottle of wine, twisting the opener into the cork as he takes a breath to cover a small laugh. Seungcheol swore he could feel the effects of the alcohol before even taking a sip, with you standing so close to him and with how sweet you were. He knew this was a dangerous arrangement. Not that either of you would be doing anything wrong, but as the moments ticked by, it was getting difficult not to give into lingering glances.Â
âYou have nothing to apologize for. Except perhaps to yourself. You need to eat regularly, Y/N.âÂ
Groaning playfully, you hold the glasses steady, allowing Seungcheol to easily pour wine into each before he moves your chair, letting you sit down first. You can feel your cheeks flush up into your ears. The sound of blood rushing to your head has your hand reaching for your wine, bringing the glass to your lips to take a sip of the liquid courage as Seungcheol lifts your plate, putting pasta on it with an appreciative hum.Â
âThank you. I promise, Iâm usually better about eating... and I always make sure the kids eat their lunch and snacks at school. So donât think my own behavior somehow reflectsââÂ
Moving his hand from the serving fork, Seungcheol slides it over yours, meeting your eyes as you start to ramble. You were spiraling and there was no reason for it.Â
âHey⊠I know you are a good teacher. I donât worry a single moment in the day about Matthewâs wellbeing when I know heâs with you. Donât worry about that.âÂ
Taking a deep breath, you flex your fingers under Seungcheolâs palm, feeling his hands wrap around yours as his brows furrow. You can see the look in his eye and how heâs searching to make sure you understand what heâs told you, so you nod. Even if you didnât completely feel adequate, you needed Seungcheol to let go of your hand before you fainted into his floor or made a run for the door.Â
âMmkay⊠IâmmâŠâ Smiling, trying to compose yourself, you watch Seungcheolâs hand move from yours to his wine, making you feel like you can take a breath. âThe wine is very good. Thank you for inviting me to eat.âÂ
Letting the wine glide over his tongue, Seungcheol smiles against the glass. He had noticed that you were starting to panic, but so was he. It hadnât been his intention, but the alternative was you feeling like you werenât good enough and that just wouldnât work for him. Gesturing towards your plate, Seungcheol clears his throat and tilts his head before picking up his own fork.Â
âThank you for eating with me. Iâm a sad, lonely sap when Matthew is gone on weekends. You saved me from boredom.âÂ
You werenât sure how truthful Seungcheol was being but his words made you feel warm and they made you settle into your chair. They gave you a purpose to be there and not rush. You didnât want him to be lonely. You suddenly realized how quiet it was in the apartment. You were used to that in yours but you could also sometimes hear Seungcheol and Matthew through the walls and they always sounded happy together. Of course, a weekend alone might be lonely for him.Â
Two glasses of wine down and after refusing another helping of pasta, you felt even more relaxed around Seungcheol. He was funny and warm. You understood even more about Matthew after spending time with his dad. They were like a mirror image of one another and as much as you adored Matthew, you could see yourself feeling that way about Seungcheol as the night carried on.Â
Soon you found yourself on his couch, another glass of wine in your hand as you pulled your legs up under you. Seungcheol grinned at you as you told him about going through your first year of assistant teaching. He could tell that you had a passion for your career and it was just one of the many things he was starting to love about you. This was becoming one of the easiest and equally difficult evenings of his night. While he loved talking to you and being close to you, he couldnât help as his eyes moved over your pretty face and along your neck as he pictured getting closer to you and seeing if youâd let him touch you. Instead, he kept his respectful distance and admired you.Â
Watching Seungcheol stand up to grab another bottle of wine, you tilt your head, letting your eyes move along his fit frame. You werenât blind. You were a woman, you had needs, and god, if your body wasnât screaming at you that you were an idiot for not trying to get closer to the man who had been smiling at you for the past few hours. You were simultaneously enraptured by him and terrified of him. You could see yourself falling for him and it would be hard and messy. It couldnât end well, because the first person you saw in your mind was Matthew.Â
Looking back around the room to pull your mind back to the present, despite the euphoric cloud of alcohol, you smile seeing the pictures of the boy on the wall. There were so many, from the time he was an infant to now. You could see pictures of Seungcheol and Matthew with others as well. A woman who you assumed was Matthewâs mother and some men who looked to be around Seungcheolâs age, perhaps brothers. A wave of longing hits you and you rest your head on your arm, a frown on your face as you keep looking around, finally noticing the degrees on the furthest wall.Â
Narrowing your eyes, you struggle to make out the words, finally sitting up and leaning forward to read as Seungcheol moves back to the couch with a sigh. Reaching for your glass, the man says something you donât pay attention to as he tries to hand you the glass.Â
âY/N? Is white wine okay?âÂ
Blinking a couple of times, you meet Seungcheolâs eyes and look at the glass in his hand with a clueless look on your face. A smile spreads over his face. He tilts his head and lets you take the glass from him as you gesture towards the wall with your other hand.Â
âYouâwait⊠Youâre a doctor?âÂ
You werenât sure what you had assumed Seungcheol did for a living, but a doctor hadnât been on your bingo card. Looking around the room as you feel reality setting in, you can see that things make a bit more sense. The furniture was really nice. The wine was delicious and tasted expensive. Seungcheol, even in lounge wear, looked expensive.Â
Shrugging, Seungcheol purses his lips as he takes a sip of the wine from the glass in his hand as he looks at his medical degree on the wall. He hadnât really considered that you didnât know or that it would matter. Meeting your eyes once again, he sighs and leans back against the back of the couch, getting comfortable.Â
âMmhm, family medicine. I have a small private practice in the city and a couple days a week I work out of the hospital in the emergency room. Are you that surprised? Do I not look smart enough to be a doctor or something?âÂ
Sitting up, you shake your head so fast Seungcheol is afraid you might get whiplash. Reaching forward as he laughs, he runs his fingers over your arm as you lift your glass to your lips, finally taking another sip to calm your nerves before explaining your apparent shock.Â
âNoâŠNoâof course you are smart. You just donât look like a doctor. I didnât expect you to be... you know.âÂ
When you donât elaborate, Seungcheol laughs as he leans to put his glass on a coaster on the end table. You take another larger sip of your wine as your eyes fall to the fingers of his other hand as they rest against your forearm and the couch. It isnât lost on you, no matter how tipsy you might be or how much you enjoy his fingers on your skin.Â
âI donât know. Tell me. You can tell me anything.âÂ
That was a very dangerous thing to say to you and Seungcheol seemed to know it as he watched you snort into a laugh. Giving you the smile that you had grown to love so much, he bites at his lip and leans forward slightly, listening to the laugh fade as your eyes focus on him.Â
âSeriously, tell me what you mean.âÂ
There was a lump in your throat and wine wasnât going to get it to go down. You werenât sure anything could. No matter how much you swallowed or cleared your throat, it was only when you glanced down at your wine that you were able to feel the pressure subside enough that you could talk.Â
âIâyou know what I mean, Seungcheol. The whole package, I guess.âÂ
Shaking his head again, Seungcheol sighs out a laugh, wishing he could just get you to say what you mean instead of this game where you beat around the bush.Â
âPackage? Like from Amazon? What are we talking about here, Y/N? Help me out.âÂ
He was frustrating in the most adorably clueless and teasing way. You had a feeling he knew what you were hinting at, even if he was trying to play dumb; he was a doctor after all. You had already insulted his intelligence once. Glancing up long enough to meet Seungcheolâs eyes, you take a deep breath and let it out with a sigh that sounds more like a laugh as you speak.Â
âYouâre incredibly attractive, a doctor, obviously successful, and a good dad. The whole package. I donât think you can order that on Amazon.âÂ
Seungcheol bites at his lip after hearing you explain your words. It was better than he had anticipated. He felt bad for making you say it, he knew it had to be somewhat embarrassing, but he had to hear it. He might never hear it again, because at the end of the day, this wasnât a real relationship.Â
âMm, well, thatâs good for your boyfriend to know.â
Opening your mouth, you look confused but Seungcheol grins and picks up his wine, letting you off the hook as he takes a sip and continues.Â
âYou know, fake boyfriend.âÂ
A small, confused laugh slips from between your lips as you nod, trying to act like it is easy to understand and it all makes sense. You try to pretend like this is going to be easy and that him âhelpingâ you keep up this ruse is a good idea, but who was it actually helping?Â
âRight, my fake boyfriend. My fake doctor boyfriend.âÂ
Smirking, Seungcheol rolls his eyes and watches you finish off your glass of wine. He hated the word fake. Was it horrible of him to hope for a time when he could remove the word fake from his and your vocabulary? Yes, he knew it was. So he just takes a deep breath and points at your wine glass.Â
âMore wine, fake girlfriend?âÂ
Your laugh is so pretty, it almost breaks Seungcheolâs heart. He watches your head tilt back and his eyes move along your neck and back up to your face as you sigh. Itâs when you glance at the clock on the wall and pout that he matches the pout, knowing what you are going to say.Â
âItâs so late. I should go home.âÂ
Two in the morning. That was much later than you had intended on staying, but the look on Seungcheolâs face made you almost reluctant to get up. You were tired, the wine was doing a great job at aiding that fact, but it didnât lessen that pout on his handsome face. You watch as he nods, a soft sigh escaping between his lips before he takes your empty glass and stands up.Â
âThank you again for coming over. I really did enjoy it. Maybe we can do this again sometime.âÂ
Your eyes follow Seungcheol into the kitchen as he puts the wine glasses into the sink. When he glances over his shoulder at you, giving you a hopeful look you canât disappoint him even if your brain is screaming about how much this is going to hurt you.Â
âAbsolutely.âÂ
âThatâs all you did?âÂ
Groaning at Jeonghanâs tone in his question, Seungcheol pushes a plate of leftover pasta across the kitchen island towards him and Jihoon. Lifting his hands, he gives his best friend an incredulous look before stabbing at his own food with a pout on his face.Â
âWhat did you expect him to do, Jeonghan? Jump her the first chance he gets.âÂ
Jihoon rolls his eyes as he shoves a fork full of pasta into his mouth, talking between bites. Out of the two men, in his own opinion, he had the most level head in this situation. He understood why Seungcheol had let you go home and why he hadnât made a move. Jeonghan, on the other hand, stared at his friend as if he had two heads and was growing another.Â
âI expect him to grow some fucking balls. You deserve some happiness, Cheol. You have this hot little teacher next door that you wonât shut up about; she comes over, and thatâsâthatâs it!âÂ
Jeonghan made it seem like he had committed a crime by respecting you and your position as his teacher. Not that the two of you had exclusively said you didnât want to actually explore things, but it was an unspoken thing. Seungcheol wasnât an idiot. He didnât get through medical school on a wish and a prayer.Â
âIâm helping her with her stupid douche of an ex. It would be wrong of me to actually make a move. Plus, it would be weird for Matthew.âÂ
Finally swallowing a bite of his food, Jeonghan scoffs around the pasta at Seungcheolâs half ass attempt at an excuse. In his mind, it didnât make any sense and he was grasping at straws. He had seen his best friend fall for someone before and he didnât want to see him lose that chance because he was scared.Â
âBullshit, it would be weird for Matthew. He already talks about Miss Y/N all the damn time. He likes her more than he likes me at this point. Itâs offensiveâŠâÂ
Chuckling, Jihoon gets a harsh side eye from Jeonghan that he matches with one of his own.Â
âI think itâs hilarious and I think that you need to stop riding Cheolâs ass. If he wants to ask her out, heâll do it. If notââÂ
âHeâll die alone and pouting.âÂ
Dropping his fork into his plate, Seungcheol lifts his hand to push at his temples as his friends continue to talk about him as if he isnât even in the room. Both of them had good points and as much as he didnât want to admit it, Jeonghan had some of the better ones. He knew he was being a wimp when it came to you, but he wasnât ready to bet and lose.Â
Noticing that Seungcheol had gone quiet, Jeonghan turned his attention back to him, letting out a sigh as Jihoon did the same. Neither of them liked the look on his face. They had been friends with him for over a decade and been through a majority of the highs and the lows. They had been there for the best of his life so far and the day that he thought his own had ended because hers had.Â
Rubbing his thumb into his palm as he thinks about what to say next, Jihoon furrows his brows deeply. For a moment, he looks annoyed, but thatâs because he is. Heâs annoyed that heâs going to agree with Yoon Jeonghan for the first time in a long time. Sighing in a groan, the man leans forward and taps his fingers on the island as he tries to make his point.Â
âListen, Iâm not saying I completely agree with Jeonghanââ
âBut clearly, he agreesââÂ
Shooting a look at the man, Jihoon watches a smirk pull up at Jeonghanâs lips as he stops talking, letting him continue.Â
âBut... even I can admit that something is going on in your head, Cheol. Iâm not going to push you as hard as him, but donât let it slip through your fingers because of the unknown.âÂ
That was what terrified him. The unknown. You could reject him completely. He could look like a fool. You could accept him and fall in love with him. Then he might lose you. There was so much unknown. The unknown had ruined his life before and only the people closest to him and his son had kept him from drowning.Â
âWhat if it doesnât work out?âÂ
Nodding, Jeonghan lifts his hands off the island and takes a deep breath, letting it out as he meets Seungcheolâs eyes to answer his question.Â
âAnd what if it does?âÂ
Forcing a smile on your face after a long day, you stand up as the bell rings and parents start to move into the room to collect their children. Taking your time, you note each one, telling them to have a good evening and that you will see them in the morning.Â
It wasnât that you hadnât enjoyed your day, but you could feel a headache behind your eyes and fifteen screaming five year olds was a lot for anyone. So as the numbers started to dwindle, you could feel the anxiety starting to fade from you.Â
âHey, buddy!âÂ
Glancing up as Matthew squeals happily, you watch him run towards a slender but fit man that you vaguely recognize. Perhaps he had been on Seungcheolâs walls in one of the pictures, but you didnât have a name to putâ
âUncle Jeonghan!â
Ah, so this was Uncle Jeonghan that Matthew talked about so much. Picking up your clipboard, you furrow your brows, moving over to him and the man as you quickly make sure the manâs name is listed as someone authorized to pick up.Â
âHave a good day? This must be Miss Y/N that your daddy talks about all the time.âÂ
Lifting your head from the clipboard, you meet the manâs eyes as your cheeks start to burn. Opening your mouth, you close it quickly as he smirks at you and ruffles the boy's head as he clings close to him.Â
âIâYoon Jeonghan? If you could just sign for Matthew, since you're not his legal guardian and only listed as an authorized person, itâs policy.âÂ
Taking the clipboard from you, Jeonghan grins as you seem to shy away at his words. He could see the appeal. You were beautiful and seemed responsible. You were exactly Seungcheolâs type.Â
âNo problem; Y/N. Cheol had to work in the ER today so here I am to save the day. I honestly donât know why he didnât just ask you to bring him home.âÂ
Scoffing in surprise, you watch as Matthew gasps and looks up at you like a new toy.Â
âThatâd be so cool! Miss Y/N, can you one day? I can show you my toys.âÂ
Not wanting to disappoint the boy, you give him a strained smile and meet Jeonghanâs eyes, realizing he was an enabler. Seungcheol should have warned you about him, but maybe he didnât even realize how your first meeting with him would go.Â
âMaybe⊠Iâm your teacher, Matthew. We play at schoolââÂ
âWell and his neighbor and his daddyâs girlââÂ
Shaking your head, you watch as Jeonghan bites his lip to stifle a laugh before nodding and holding up his free hand as a way of surrendering. Apparently Seungcheol had shared some details of your ârelationshipâ with his friend. You wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out, but you had a feeling this man was the type to pull you out and back into the spotlight.Â
âMaybe one day, Matthew... but letâs not get our hopes up.âÂ
Pouting up at you, Matthew just nods and moves away from you both to go get his things. Letting out a breath, you take back your clipboard and put it down on a shelf behind you as you and Jeonghan glance towards the small boy as he pulls on his jacket.Â
âHeâd let you take him home.âÂ
Furrowing your brows, you glance over at Jeonghan and shift on your feet at his words and the implication behind them. Noticing how you seem to nervously shift from foot to foot, Jeonghan smirks and glances down at his phone in his hand, answering a text from Seungcheol as he speaks to you.Â
âOne day heâll man up and ask you out for real. This fake dating shitââÂ
âDonât curse in my classroom, please.âÂ
A laugh slips from between his lips as he glances up from his phone to offer you an apologetic smile before nodding and continuing.Â
âSure, sorry. As I was saying, this fake dating nonsense you two have going on right now isn't going to work. I can already tell you like him.âÂ
Insufferable. That's how youâd describe Yoon Jeonghan. You had known him for less than ten minutes and already you knew he was going to be an issue in your life. Crossing your arms, you start to sigh into your words, a dramatic big breath, when Alexâs voice once again ruins your moment.Â
âMatt, buddy, let me help.âÂ
Jeonghan watches as your head moves like prey sensing a predator towards the other teacher, who was now helping Matthew with his bag. His eyes move to his godsonâs face as he grimaces as the man tugs on the straps, keeping them tight on his arms.Â
âHeâs fine, Mr. Alex. Thank you.âÂ
You still sounded like yourself, with that sweet tone to your voice, but even Jeonghan could hear the hint of malice behind it. So this was Alex, and now Alex thought it was okay to mess with Seungcheolâs son. The âfakeâ dating made sense. This man did not understand boundaries and used everything in front of him as an open door.Â
Stepping in front of Alex, you smile at Matthew and the smile transfers to the boyâs face. Jeonghan feels relief wash over him at the sight as you kneel down, adjust the straps back to where they were and then tie his shoe properly.Â
âI was just helping out a student, Miss Y/N.âÂ
Oof⊠There was so much tension in this room that even Jeonghan felt like he was going to drown in it. Stepping forward, he clears his throat and offers his hand towards Matthew, letting him take his fingers.Â
âAnd while Iâm sure she appreciates that, and the parents do... I donât know you, Mr. Alex, was it? From where I was standing, some strange man was touching my godson, which honestly made me nervous for a moment. Iâd be more careful; this isnât your classroom.âÂ
Standing up, you feel your cheeks burn under Alexâs eyes as he looks to you to defend him, but you donât. Jeonghan had a point. Not every parent or guardian knew who all the teachers were, not even the students knew the other teachers. Simple acts could be misunderstood and while he was doing something to âbe niceâ and it was innocent, you knew there was another reason he was inserting himself into your and Matthewâs lives.Â
âWell, I do apologize for the misunderstanding. My classroom is right down the hall. I was just coming to see Miss Y/N. We are very close.âÂ
Jeonghan just smirks at the man and shoots you a glance before looking at his phone and seeing a reply from Seungcheol.Â
âIâm sure you are.â Dismissing the man, he looks at you and smiles brightly. âY/N, dear⊠Cheol asked me if you wouldnât mind helping me with Matthew once you get home? Iâm an awful cook.âÂ
Opening his mouth to say something, Alex stops when Matthew squeals with delight and grabs at your shirt, begging you to come over.Â
Another point to you and Seungcheol.Â
Staring at Seungcheolâs apartment door, you listen to the sound of Matthewâs laughter. While you knew why you had agreed to Jeonghanâs ridiculous plan, you werenât sure why you were attempting to follow through with it. You could so easily just text Seungcheol and tell him that your evening got far too busy, and you wouldnât be able to help Jeonghan out with Matthew, but suddenly it felt important to you.Â
Jeonghan had been doing a good job, for the most part, at keeping Matthew distracted from asking when you were going to come over, but every few minutes the question kept coming up. He knew there was a slight chance you might bail on them, but he had a good feeling you wouldnât, so he simply told Matthew, âsheâll be here soon,â each time he asked. So when you knocked on the door, a little after 6:30, Matthew squealed in delight and beat Jeonghan to it by a mile.Â
âMiss Y/N! Iâm so excited. I have coloring pages and my trucks to show you. Can we paint?âÂ
Shaking your head, you run your fingers over Matthewâs head with a sigh as you listen to Jeonghan chuckle under his breath a few feet away. It was clear to see that the little boy had you wrapped around his little finger. You werenât supposed to have a favorite student, and maybe that wasnât even what was happening here, but you adored Matthew. Him and his gummy smile.Â
âMaybe? Iâm supposed to help with dinner. What did your Uncle Jeonghan have in mind?âÂ
Giving you a once over in your more casual clothes, Jeonghan nods in approval before gesturing towards the kitchen as if you didnât already know where it was.Â
âLuckily for me, Cheol is a great father. He left a note that says, 'stuff for pizza in the fridgeâ, so it looks like itâs pizza, Teach.âÂ
Rolling your eyes, you let Matthew hold on to your waist as you make your way into the kitchen and glance at the note in question.Â
âAnd you canât make pizza on your own?âÂ
âUncle Jeonghan burneded my chicken nuggets last week. Can you make me pizza, Miss Y/N?âÂ
Letting out a breath, you meet Matthewâs eyes before looking back up at Jeonghan, who grimaces at the mention of the chicken nuggets. Maybe it was a good thing that you were here if this man couldnât even be trusted with the most simple of foods.Â
It didnât take long for the three of you to get into a comfortable rhythm. You quickly took over things in the kitchen, leaving Jeonghan to entertain Matthew, which in turn kept him from being under your feet. It wasnât until you were putting the homemade pizza into the oven that the evening started to calm down and you were able to really look around you and feel your heart tightening. You wanted this. Not with Jeonghan, though he was starting to grow on you as a friend, but you wanted to be around Matthew more and to help with him.Â
Feeling your cell phone vibrate in your back pocket, you wipe your hands off on a dish towel and slip it from your pocket only for a smile to pull at the corner of your lips.Â
Seungcheol: I owe you big timeÂ
Glancing towards the living room, you press your lips together watching Matthew and Jeonghan sitting at the coffee table with crayons covering most of the surface. Now that feeling of wanting this more often was even stronger as you thought about Seungcheol, wishing he was here⊠even though that felt wrong on some level. You shouldnât want something with a parent of one of your students⊠there had to be something wrong about that, or at least Alex was good at making you feel like there was.Â
Y/N: Donât say that yet. Pizza isnât out of the oven yet. I might burn it just as bad as Jeonghan.
Grinning as he leans against the wall of the break room, Seungcheol allows himself a moment to just enjoy the idea of you in his apartment. He knew he would be there in a few more hours, but picturing you with Matthew seemed so domestic. Jeonghan was right, as much as Seungcheol hated to admit it⊠he wanted more with you than some fake relationship.Â
âWhat are you smiling at like that? Itâs creepyâŠâÂ
Scoffing at Joshua Hongâs teasing words, Seungcheol quickly replies to you before clearing his throat and sliding his phone back into his coat pocket. He had never been good at âacting casual,â and most of his friends knew that, so this time was no different.Â
âNothing, why are you? You know, being nosy? Donât you have a patient in Five?âÂ
Joshua smirks as he watches Seungcheol scratch his neck. He could see that his friend was nervous and that, paired with the stupid, love-sick smile he had been wearing, could only mean one thing.Â
âI just discharged that patient. Are you simping that hard over some girl? Choi Seungcheol, are you fucking someonââÂ
Lifting his hands, Seungcheol is quick to let out a panicked sound in order to stop Joshua from continuing. It was bad enough that he had to deal with Jeonghan on almost a daily basis. Dealing with both Jeonghan and Joshua, now that was a nightmare.Â
âShut up. Iâno. No, Iâm not fuckâIâm not sleeping with anyone. You spend too much time with Jeonghan if you are talking like that.âÂ
Joshua had never known Seungcheol to be so proper and flustered before, and honestly, it was pretty amusing to see him sweat over something as simple as a girl.Â
âHannie and I enjoy our quality time; thank you very much. Get the stick out of your ass and tell me whatâs going on, or Iâll just have to ask him. Iâm sure he knows.âÂ
The idea of Jeonghan being able to explain his love life, or the lack thereof, to anyone but especially to Joshua was a terrifying and humiliating thought. Shaking his head, Seungcheol groans and reaches for Joshuaâs arm, stopping him from leaving the break room as he glances towards the clock to see how much time he has left on his break before he explains from the beginning.Â
Seungcheol: Well burnt or not, canât wait to get home and have a slice. See you in about an hour?
You had stared at your phone and Seungcheolâs text for a bit longer than you had meant to. When Jeonghan pursed his lips and glanced over your shoulder to see what had your attention so enraptured, you gasped, pulling the phone to your chest.Â
âSorry, I said your name a couple times, but you were staring at your phone like it was a bomb. I had to make sure you didnât need help with it.âÂ
Furrowing your brows, you clear your throat and put your phone face down on the counter, turning towards the oven and leaning to glance at the pizza through the window. You were avoiding the topic, but Jeonghan wasnât the one to just give up.Â
âYou set a timer, didnât you? Should come out right in time for us to eat. You know, Matthew, me, you, and Cheol.âÂ
Glancing over your shoulder, you narrow your eyes at Jeonghan and straighten to your full height so that you feel a bit less small in front of him.Â
âI wasnât going to stay for dinner.âÂ
Tilting his head, Jeonghan starts to speak when Matthew whines and the sound of his little feet hitting the wood floor draws your attention. You get ready to explain to him that you need to go, that you have so much you have to do before bedtime, but one look down at him and the pout on his face... all excuses die on your tongue.Â
âPlease donât go! Eat pizza with me. You said maybe to playing with trucks.âÂ
You watch as tears start to gather in Matthewâs eyes and it almost breaks your heart. Even Jeonghan feels a pang of guilt knowing he had pushed a little too hard, and he finds himself hoping youâll stay as he looks at Matthew, his small shoulders lifting to take a breath, trying to keep himself from crying.Â
Squatting in front of Matthew, you run your fingers over his cheeks and offer him a smile, happy to see his lips pull up even slightly in return. It was easier to say no at school. You knew you had authority and there was more to say no to. Children would get into trouble more often if you gave in, but here, what would you lose if you said yes? What harm could it really cause?Â
âIâIâll stay for dinner. I made really good pizza. I would hate to miss out on it or your trucks.âÂ
Wrapping his arms around your neck, Matthew grins as he giggles. He had known a lot of sadness in his short life, but his father and those around him had worked hard to show him even more joy. This was more joy. There was something special about you, and it wasnât just that you were his teacher or that he liked you so much; it was more that you felt so warm and made him wonder what his mommy would have been like. Not that he would tell you that, at least not tonight.Â
Patting Matthewâs back, you glance up at Jeonghan as he purses his lips, the look on his face a mixture of apologetic and appreciative. It takes a moment before you are finally able to pull away from the boy and meet his eyes, seeing a bit of wetness on his cheeks, but that big smile on his face remains even as you wipe the tears away.Â
âThe pizza has to cook for a bit longer. Wanna show me what you and Uncle Jeonghan were working on?âÂ
Letting out a deep breath as he walks through the door, Seungcheol finds the stress of his day quickly replaced by fondness. He knew you had decided to stay for dinner, but seeing you in his living room with Matthew for himself was a different story. Now he couldnât help the smile that played on his lips even as Jeonghan watched him carefully, studying him for what seemed like a full minute before Seungcheol finally moved further into the house.Â
âThought you were going to stand in the hall all damn night.âÂ
Scoffing at Jeonghanâs words, Seungcheol shakes his head before meeting your eyes trying not to lose himself in your soft smile. You are so beautiful and it was becoming impossible for him to pretend like he didnât like you, and that he didnât want to see what this could be without some silly stipulations to your relationship.Â
âHowâs the evening been so far? Donât I get a hug?âÂ
While his words were meant for Matthew, you still pressed your lips together feeling a slight urge to stand up and move into Seungcheolâs arms too. He looked incredible, even as tired as he was. You were having a hard time not staring at him, and Jeonghan was taking notes.Â
âI think the uhâthe pizza is cool enough to eat. So you have good timing.âÂ
Nodding to your words, Seungcheol squats down to hug Matthew. You watch fondly as he rocks the small boy back and forth a few times, causing him to let out a delighted sound before Seungcheol stands and runs his fingers through his hair.Â
âAwesome, thank you again for helping, Y/N. Iâll⊠uh get changed and meet you guys at the table.âÂ
Swallowing hard, you nod as your eyes follow Seungcheol through the room until he is out of your line of sight. A small chuckle to your right pulls your attention back to the present and to Jeonghan, who simply lifts his brows and pats Matthewâs back, ushering him towards the dining room.Â
âPizza time, buddy. Too much ogling is going on in this room for my stomach to handle.â
Looking up at Jeonghan, Matthew tilts his head as he walks beside him, a look of confusion on his cute face.Â
âWhatâs ohgling?âÂ
With a groan, you drop your head into your hands for a split second before moving to your feet and following along with the two just in time to hear Jeonghan explain how to say the word properly and that it means to look at someone for a long time because you like them. At least he had kept it PG.
âCan Miss Y/N tuck me in tonight?â
Matthewâs words make you stop what you are doing mid-bite. Jeonghanâs smirk only grows as Seungcheol tilts his head, looking at his son and over to you as you give both of them a deer stuck in headlights look. The evening had gotten exponentially more interesting since Seungcheol had gotten home. You two werenât fooling anyone, at least as far as Jeonghan was concerned, and this was the cherry on top.Â
âIâwell⊠Thatâs up to Miss Y/N.âÂ
Meeting your eyes, Seungcheol looks a bit worried that you might say no. He wouldnât fault you if you did, but he hated the idea of his son being disappointed. You could see the look and it was so very similar to the look in Matthewâs eye that your stomach was in your throat. Why were these two so impossible for you to refuse?Â
âI donât mind.âÂ
Clapping his hands together, Jeonghan gives you both a wide smile before pushing his chair back from the table and wiping at his lips.Â
âGreat, now thatâs settled, means I can get headed home. Thank you for the lovely dinner, Y/N. Please invite me again.âÂ
Following Jeonghan, Seungcheol gives you an apologetic look as you start to speak but canât seem to find the right words to defend yourself. While you had grown used to his teasing over the past few hours, it didnât make it any easier to handle in front of Seungcheol and Matthew. You could feel heat rising in your neck and face as you turned your attention back towards Matthew as he grabbed your hand and tried to tug you out of your seat.Â
âCome on! I gotta show you my room and my trucks. Daddy says they are the most coolest.âÂ
You were lucky to have such a sweet distraction, just two of your fingers in his small hand as Matthew led you down the hall and away from the embarrassment of Yoon Jeonghanâs words. After watching you and Matthew for a moment, Seungcheol then glances back at his best friend as he slips his shoes on and offers him a triumphant smile. In his mind, clearly, he had managed to play matchmaker well if you were staying longer than he was. He could almost hear the wedding bells in the back of his mind, but the look on Seungcheolâs face was one of doubt, which always leads to delays.Â
âYouâre welcome. Get that stupid look off your face and seal the deal.âÂ
Scoffing, Seungcheol double checks that you canât hear either of them before he meets Jeonghanâs eyes once more.Â
âWould you shut the hell up? Iâwe donât know whatâs going to happen. She was doing me a favor because you trapped her in a momentââÂ
âNo, she came over because she wanted to. She could have canceled and she could have left hours ago, Cheol. She wants to be here and she wants to be here with you. You werenât here to see her schoolgirl crush smiling at her phone every time you sent a message.âÂ
Pressing his lips together while learning about the couple of hours before he had gotten home, Seungcheol couldn't stop how the corners of his lips started to turn up. He wanted to see that smile. He loved your smile. He loved how you made Matthew smile. God, he was falling for you and it was that hard sort of falling that people warned you about.Â
âReally?âÂ
Shaking his head, Jeonghan reaches over to pat Seungcheolâs bicep as he rolls his eyes at his friendâs reaction. You were the school girl and here was your school boy. It was a match made in heaven, and it was nauseating to be around.Â
âReally, Casanova. Donât let her slip through your fingers because youâre a pussy.âÂ
Seungcheol groans, his smile falling at Jeonghanâs wording. Why did he have to be so crass? No, he wasnât some church going perfect angel himself, but at least he didnât go around calling people a pussy.Â
âGet out, seriously. If Matthew starts saying shit like that, Iâm personally making you pay for his therapy sessions.âÂ
Getting one last cheeky grin from Jeonghan, Seungcheol closes the door and makes his way back towards your soft voice. It was getting late and being a school night, it was around the time he would normally get Matthew ready for bed. He almost hated the idea of that tonight. He knew that Matthew wanted you to tuck him in, but what would that mean afterwards? Would you have leave right way? Could he talk you into staying for a glass of wine? It was a school night for you tooâŠ
âNo, that truck was my favorite too. Get your teeth in the back too.âÂ
Surprised to hear you and Matthew in the bathroom, Seungcheol tilts his head and leans against the wall, watching you smile at his son. It was surreal to see something like this. He had always wanted this for Matthewâand, if he could be selfish, for himself.Â
This wasnât something he had gotten much of from his wife before her accident. She didnât get to help him put Matthew to bed once he was old enough to remember her. While Seungcheol would always regret that, he found himself allowing himself a bit of time to relish Matthewâs little piece of normality with you.Â
âGood! Big smile.âÂ
You laugh, your heart full and warm, as Matthew shows you his clean teeth. This was dangerous. You were so in love with this family. You could see yourself doing this every single night and never getting tired of it. There was something about Matthew and Seungcheol that made your life feel complete and that was terrifying in ways that you couldnât even explain to yourself.Â
âOne of my favorite smiles. Time to change? Then I can come tuck you in.âÂ
Turning to follow Matthew, you stop short, seeing Seungcheol watching you from the hall. You get hit with a sudden rush of anxiety, wondering if you have overstepped, but the smile and look on his face tell you that you havenât. You watch his fingers glide through Matthewâs hair before he glances back at him, telling him not to bring trucks into his bed, before he looks at you and takes your breath away with a smile.Â
âYouâre a natural.âÂ
Shyly, you shake your head and move towards him and Matthewâs bedroom, stopping just outside to give the boy time to change.Â
âJust teacher things, I guess.âÂ
Seungcheol shakes his head and fights his urge to reach out and pull you towards him. You were standing too far away from him and with how he was feeling, all he wanted to do was pull you into his arms and do exactly what Jeonghan had told him to do. Why was he dancing around this? You were everything he had been wanting and not even the fear of the unknown was enough to keep him from taking that leap.Â
Starting to speak, Seungcheol watches you take a deep breath when Matthewâs small voice makes him stop before he even gets started. You instead watch as he smiles and rubs the back of his neck, gesturing for you to go ahead. Biting at your lip, you nod and give him a small glance as you pass by, only for your breath to get caught in your throat when Seungcheolâs fingers trail over your fingers just before you cross over the threshold into the bedroom.Â
âGo ahead; Iâll say goodnight once heâs tucked in. Something tells me he might get upset if I try to interrupt.âÂ
One last look towards Seungcheol, and you move into Matthewâs room and sit on the side of his bed as he grins up at you. Your stomach was doing flips as butterflies held a rave inside of you, but with a deep breath, you managed to keep your cool and tuck the covers around Matthew.Â
âHowâs that? Too tight?âÂ
Shaking his head, Matthew wiggles under the covers to show you that he can still move easily as you run your fingers over the top of his head, feeling his eyes move over your face.Â
âOkay, good. Sleep well and Iâll see you at school in the morning.âÂ
âMmkay, Miss Y/N.âÂ
You smile at his tired words, starting to stand when Matthew whines and you stay right where you are, giving him a concerned look at the sudden change.Â
âCan I have a hug for bedtime?âÂ
You knew you would say no. Sure, it would make Matthew sad and, in turn, make you sad, but maybe it wouldnât hurt as much as what you chose to do. Instead of saying no, you nodded and leaned down to let him wrap his arms around your neck and hold you close to him as he whispered his thanks for the day and told you goodnight. You could feel the tears rising in your eyes even as you willed them to stay back.Â
âItâs my pleasure, Matthew. Thaâthank you for hanging out with me. Sleep tightâŠâÂ
Seungcheol had to take a deep breath while watching his son cling to you like a safety net. It almost broke his heart to watch you sit up, but then you ran your fingers over Matthewâs face and whispered goodnight and Seungcheol could have sworn he saw tears in your eyes. Was that a good sign or a bad one?Â
Sliding past Seungcheol, you sniff softly but smile at him as you let him move into the room. You find yourself wanting to watch as he finishes up the bedtime routine, but your heart wonât let you. The tears on your cheeks tell you that you need to run out of this apartment as fast as you can, but you wait, feeling the need to say your goodbyes to Seungcheol.Â
The soft click of the door shutting draws your attention back towards Matthewâs room and Seungcheol as you wipe your cheeks quickly and put your smile back on your face. You didnât hate what you were feeling; it just terrified you to no end. You had never pictured a family with Alex; no matter how many times he had brought up what a fantastic mother you were going to be to his children, it wasnât something that you could see. Looking at Seungcheol, you could picture that future and you werenât even in a real relationship with him. What did that say about you?
âHey, thanks for doing that. Heâs already out like a light. I never get him down that easy.â
You only manage to hum into a small smile at Seungcheolâs words as he moves closer to you, his presence making it harder for you to choose if you want to stay or run.Â
âItâs no biggie. Heâs a great kid.âÂ
Nodding, Seungcheol opens and closes his hand a few times before taking the leap and reaching out to wrap his fingers around yours, feeling your hand shake in his. Maybe you were just as nervous as he was? Maybe you could already see where this was going? Maybe, just maybe, you wanted it too.Â
âHe is⊠But, um, could I say something? Not about Matthew and you hear me out?âÂ
Those butterflies had taken something strong at their rave and you felt like you were going to be sick with nerves. Your head was woozy even as you nodded to answer Seungcheol, unable to find the right words. Swallowing hard, he sighs into a small laugh before reaching up to scratch at his brow with his free hand, keeping yours in his other.Â
âIâokay, Iâm just gonna say it, alright? I love having you around. I really like this, you know? Us. So I was thinkinâ if you arenât busy, maybe we could get dinner this weekend? Just the two of us?âÂ
Letting out a breath, you pull your fingers back and smile at Seungcheol, trying to think straight, but nothing in your head makes sense. You were panicking. The look on Seungcheolâs face told you that he could see you were panicking as you took a step back from him and literally looked for your escape route.Â
âIt is so late. I have work in the morning, but you know that. Thank you so much for dinner. I mean, you know what I mean.â
Following you, Seungcheol runs his fingers through his hair, feeling panic start to roll through him as you pretend that he hadnât just confessed to you and asked you out. Was he that bad of a choice? Or was this about something else? Were you afraid too?
âY/N? What? Wait, no, I know you have work. Shit⊠wait. I didnât mean toââÂ
Turning to face him as you reach the door, you canât stop the tears that run down your cheeks. The same tears seem to resonate with Seungcheol and stop him from giving you his reasoning. All he finds himself wanting to do is hold you and make it better, but that fear of pushing you away is stronger than ever as you wipe at your cheeks and apologize under your breath, pulling your shoes on.Â
âI will talk to you later, okay? Just⊠I canât do this right now.âÂ
Seungcheol knew he should say something else, do something to stop you from leaving until more was said and understood, but all he could do was watch as his door shut and leave him in silence. His heart beating hard in his chest, the pang of rejection and confusion rips through Seungcheol as he turns away from where you had been standing and moves to the couch to sit down and rest his head in his hands.Â
Inside your apartment, you let your tears fall freely. You didnât want to disappoint Seungcheol, but the first thing you saw when he said those words to you was Matthewâs disappointed face. Thatâs the face you would have to see if the relationship didnât work out. That's who youâd be hurting. It wouldnât just be your heart or even Seungcheolâs heart on the line; it would be that childâs heart.Â
So now you sat on your kitchen floor, your heart feeling shattered as you forced yourself to stick to what you had decided instead of running back over to Seungcheolâs apartment and telling him that you felt the same way. Sometimes people donât get what they want just because they want it. Sometimes they have to give up what they want for the benefit of others.
Seungcheol was nervous as he stood in the doorway to your classroom. He knew he was early and that Matthew wasnât particularly happy with him because he would be the first student at school, but he needed to talk to you. The way things had ended the night before was eating at him.Â
Ushering Matthew into the room, Seungcheol watches as his son runs over to you. He feels his heart tighten as small arms wrap around your waist and he wants to do the same thing. The confusion and surprise on your face are enough to make the thoughts move from Seungcheolâs mind as he smiles at you and lifts Matthewâs bag, walking towards the cubbies.Â
âYouâyouâre early. The others wonât be here for probably half an hour.âÂ
Wincing at your words as he hangs Matthewâs bag up, Seungcheol considers lying. He thinks about telling you that he just has to get to work earlyâthatâs the only reason heâs bringing Matthew in so earlyâbut the look in your eye tells him that he should just tell you the truth.Â
"Iâyeah, I know. I just⊠Could I talk to you for a second?âÂ
Glancing towards Matthew, you sigh as he moves away from you both towards the building block area to play. Crossing your arms, you gesture back towards the door and the cubbies to give even more space between yourself and Seungcheol from the boy so he canât hear.Â
âIâm not sure thereâs a lot to talkââ
âI know⊠Iâm sorry. I donât mean to interrupt you, Y/N. But please? Can I just say this? I didnât really get to finish what I wanted to say.âÂ
You furrow your brow, glancing down at your fingers on your forearm as you nod. This conversation was already too difficult. Seungcheol felt too close, but glancing off to the side towards Matthew as he stacks up blocks, counting them quietly under his breath, makes you take in a deep breath as you listen to what he has to say.Â
âOkay, canât we just try it? This seems to work great. I mean, at least it does to me. All I asked for was dinner. I like you, Y/N. Like, really, really like you.âÂ
Tilting his head as he stops walking in the hallway, Alex narrows his eyes, listening to the conversation in your classroom. He had wanted to see you before school started, before your students arrived, but clearly someone had beat him. As he listened closer to the voice of the man, he recognized it, Seungcheol, your boyfriend. Why would he need to tell you how much he liked you?Â
Shaking your head, you lift your fingers to quickly wipe at your cheeks, feeling moisture under your eyes as you take a deep breath. This isn't about what you wanted or what Seungcheol wanted. That had become obvious to you last night. You couldnât and wouldnât risk breaking Matthewâs heart and ruining something good in his life. You couldnât be more than his teacher. Even being his friend was putting too much pressure on him. Everything could come crashing down and it wouldnât be you or Seungcheol who would suffer the most; it would be Matthew.Â
âI shouldnât have asked you to do this. I should have had more guts to justââ Stopping to let out an unamused laugh, you meet Seungcheolâs eyes as he gives you a confused, sad look. âIâm so sorry, Seungcheol. We need to stop this. No more pretending. Itâs not good for us and itâs worse for Matthew.âÂ
Pretending. The word causes Seungcheolâs heart to feel like itâs breaking and it causes Alex to scoff. You had been pretending to date Seungcheol. Shaking his head, Alex smirks as he turns back towards his own classroom, running his fingers through his hair, leaving you to finish your breakup with your fake boyfriend. He could always talk to you later.Â
âIâY/NâŠplease. Why do you think that this is going to hurt anyone? I donât ever want to hurt you and I certainly wouldnât hurt my son.âÂ
Biting at your lips, you furrow your brows and take a step back from Seungcheol as his voice cracks. You could hear other people in the halls now; this conversation had to end.Â
âHave a good day, Dr. Choi.âÂ
With his mouth falling open in confusion and hurt, Seungcheol closes his eyes at your words before nodding. He could hear the sound of the other children in the halls too. He knew he couldnât force you to talk about this or to come out of your shell, even if he could obviously see you were holding back something.Â
You turn from him as Seungcheol moves back into the classroom to lean over Matthew, kissing him on top of the head and whispering his goodbye before glancing at you once more. Without another word, he leaves the room and you feel like you are standing in the ocean as a wave of pain washes over you.Â
The day is longer than any other that you can remember. You avoid Seungcheolâs eyes as he picks up Matthew, even as the little boy grabs at your hand, asking you to come back over for dinner. When Seungcheol tells him that tonight isnât a good night, you hold back your tears as you listen to Matthewâs small, sad voice asking why.Â
That was why this wasnât going to work. You were so good at disappointing people. That was what your degree hanging on the wall should be in. A PhD in Disappointment.Â
Walking through your now empty room, you let the silence wash over you as you picked up books and toys, not hearing the door open. You donât hear footsteps approaching you until Alexâs voice pulls you out of your haze and brings you back to reality.Â
âYou didnât have to be so pathetic and pretend to have a boyfriend, babe. Seriously? I donât need to be jealous to want you back in my life. Iâll take you back, Y/N. You donât have to put on a brave face.âÂ
Alexâs words bite at your self esteem and your confidence. Keeping your back to him for a moment longer, you fight back your tears, realizing he had to have heard your conversation with Seungcheol at the beginning of the day. You want to be angry and embarrassed, but instead you are relieved. There is no longer a secret hanging over your head, no need to pretend or worry about some big reveal as the panic slowly fades from your body.Â
All you are left with, once the anxiety is gone, is disgust. You try to quickly picture a time when you were in love with Alex. You try to imagine wanting a full and long life with him after hearing him say such hateful and degrading things to you, but you canât. All you can feel is hate and pity. The pity isnât even for yourself; instead, you feel an overwhelming pity for the man who once made you laugh before he made you cry.Â
Turning to face Alex, you meet his eyes as he smirks at you, the smug look on his face looking more like a mask than something real. He wants to play the villain so badly and you could play the victim and let him have it, but instead you just sigh and nod.Â
âThank you, Alex.âÂ
Starting to speak, Alex looks surprised and hopeful before you lift your hand and stop him as you continue to speak.Â
âThank you for reminding me why I will never allow you in my life again. I never want to see you again. Someone who would say something like that to me... well, it should be obvious if you ever loved me why I couldnât and wouldnât want you near me. Please get the fuck out of my classroom and my life.âÂ
Your voice is even, a bit of emotion laced in it, but you arenât hysterical like Alex had imagined or perhaps wanted. You are instead mostly calm and collected and your words stab him in the gut like the final nail in the coffin of any chance at a relationship that he had imagined.Â
Taking a step backwards, Alex tries to speakâto come up with some excuse for his actions, but you were right. As he thinks back on the person that he had been and the person that he has become, guilt bites at him, making it harder to defend himself.Â
You watch as he shakes his head, muttering something so low that you canât hear it before he moves out of the room and your door shuts, leaving you once again in that empty silence.Â
Closing your eyes, you are back in that ocean as waves crash over you. Tears stream down your face and you recognize the pain as heartbreak. Heartbreak from the final mourning period of a relationship and the impossibility of another. Another wave knocks you back and you let out a sob, your hand on your stomach. More loss, but mixed with relief.Â
You feel the loss of a possibility for your own family. You had seen yourself with Seungcheol and Matthew, but that was possible. The relief was from letting go, or attempting to. It was also a loss of the weight that had been on your shoulders from the very moment that you had lied to Alex.Â
You just wish that it had never been a lie.
Despite many pep talks from Jeonghan, Seungcheol couldnât make himself knock on your door. He had seen you around the apartment complex during spring break, but you were avoiding him. Worst of all, you seem to be avoiding Matthew.Â
He didnât really blame you. After what you had told him, it made sense. You were scared, but so was he. He had been terrified from the moment he realized his feelings for you, but he had taken the leap and ended up falling short.Â
Any other time, Seungcheol would have given up. He would have stopped looking for that person and tried to push them out of his life, so why couldnât he do that with you? Why would he lay in bed every single night and picture you in yours, just an apartment over? Why would he look at his phone and pray that you would text him? Why couldnât he just get some guts and text you himself?Â
He had decided that after spring break, the first day of school, he would try his best. At school, it wasnât like you couldnât talk to him. You had to talk to parents, and you had to talk to your students. Matthew was excited about seeing you again; this would be the perfect time. It would have been perfect if, when Seungcheol had come through the door, there wasnât a completely different person standing at the front of the classroom.Â
 âDaddyâŠâÂ
The whine in Matthewâs voice almost broke Seungcheolâs heart. Running his hand over Matthewâs hair, Seungcheol offers the woman a smile and tilts his head as he walks towards her as she looks down at her clipboard.Â
âHi. Uh, Matthew Choi⊠Iâm Seungcheol, his father.âÂ
Smiling at the boy and at Seungcheol, the woman finds Matthewâs name and places a check next to it before sighing.Â
âSo prompt, I value responsibility. Hello, Iâm Mrs. Lim.âÂ
Shaking the womanâs hand, Seungcheol tries to keep his smile, but he knows itâs strained as he glances around the room, realizing how much of the room has changed. The posters were different. The books were in a different place. This wasnât your classroom anymore.Â
âItâs really nice to meet you. Iâm so sorry, but where is Miss Y/N?â
Swallowing hard, Mrs. Lim nods at the question before putting her clipboard to her chest and taking a deep breath, knowing she would be handling this question many times today.Â
âThe school was supposed to send out a letter, but perhaps not everyone got them in time. Miss Y/N accepted a job in another district. I hope that I can fill her shoes hereâŠâÂ
Feeling like a truck had run him over, Seungcheol just nodded as Matthew looked up at him, confused. A small hand tugs at his jacket and Seungcheol nods once again before glancing down at his son, trying to smile at him even as Matthew frowns.Â
âUh, Miss Y/N is teaching other kids, buddy.âÂ
âNo! Daddy!âÂ
Hearing his son cry was one of the most painful things that Seungcheol could experience. He knew it wouldnât be the last time, and it hadnât been the first by a long shot, but there was so much heartbreak in his sobs. Moving to his knees in front of Matthew, Seungcheol controls his own emotions as he wipes tears away and shushes the little boy to calm him down.Â
âItâs okay. Mrs. Lim seems so nice and Iâm sure you two will get along.âÂ
Pulling back from Seungcheol, Matthew sniffs hard, talking between sobs as big tears roll down his cheeks, meeting his dadâs fingers.
âDid I make Miss Y/N mad at me?â
Shaking his head quickly, Seungcheol pulls Matthew into his arms and closes his eyes, having an even harder time keeping himself in check. He was upset with you for not telling him, but he was even more upset with the fact that you felt like you had to leave.Â
âAbsolutely not. Miss Y/N adores you.âÂ
It takes a few more minutes before Matthew is calm enough that Seungcheol feels comfortable leaving. After apologizing to Mrs. Lim for the small outburst on behalf of his son, Seungcheol moves out into the hall and leans against the wall to catch his breath.Â
Running his fingers through his hair, he shakes his head and sniffs back his own tears that had threatened to fall when he hears a familiar voice. Glancing to his left, all Seungcheol sees is red. His feet moving quicker than his brain, Seungcheol pushes his forearm against Alexâs chest as the manâs back hits the wall with a dull thud. Only the sound of a gasp from another teacher is heard over Alexâs grunt before he tells the woman itâs fine.Â
âItâs not fine... what the fuck did you do? What did you do that made her leave?â
Scoffing through a bit of pain, Alex meets Seungcheolâs eyes and there is pain and hurt in both. The hurt in Alexâs eyes only serves to piss off Seungcheol more as he pushes harder against the manâs body, feeling his hand grasp at his wrist.Â
âIâget off me. I donât have to tell the fake boyfriend anything.â
Leaning back only to push against Alex harder so that his head hits the wall, Seungcheol watches the manâs mouth fall open in pain as he hears the sound of the security guard moving towards them. Taking a step back, he holds up his hands, showing them heâs done before he grabs him.Â
âYou donât know anything about Y/N and you donât know a damn thing about me and her.â Pointing towards Alex as the guard puts his hand around his forearm, Seungcheol scoffs, keeping his ground. âStay away from Y/N and if you ever touch Matthew again, I wonât need to file a report with the school. You got it?âÂ
Rubbing the back of his head, Alex winces and narrows his eyes at Seungcheol. It had all been grounds for him to let them drag Seungcheol out of the school until his kid was mentioned. Now Alex needed to save face. No, nothing had happened, but he had crossed the line multiple times with you and by approaching a student that wasnât his, he had already been warned by the administration.Â
âLet him go. Everything is fine. Just a misunderstanding. We are fine⊠We understand one another, I can promise you that.âÂ
Feeling the hand on his arm relax, Seungcheol scoffs at how quick Alexâs mood shifts. He was pathetic and he could understand why you wanted nothing to do with him. Giving the man one more look of contempt, Seungcheol shakes his head and moves for the main doors, letting them slam behind him.Â
Rolling your head from side to side, you rub your neck as you let out a soft sigh. You were tired after a long day and a longer commute than you were used to at your new school. The students were great but they werenât the same. The entire day, you found yourself missing your students, as you had to check name tags to remember who you were speaking to.Â
It would just take some getting used to. This was the best decision. It was easier for everyone to do it this way. It didnât matter that you looked for Matthew in the circle of children on the reading rug only to be disappointed when you couldnât find his sweet gummy smile and his kind eyes looking back up at you. Your heart would heal.Â
Taking your keys out of your purse as the elevator stops on your floor, you keep your eyes down until you are almost at your door. Seeing shoes on your welcome mat facing you makes you stop in your tracks and causes your eyes to slowly lift to meet Seungcheolâs as he rests against your door with a frown on his face.Â
You had done such a good job of avoiding him and Matthew. Sure, there had been a few times you had found yourself turning on your toes and heading in the other direction, but you had done that to make things easier for everyone. Looking at Seungcheol now, making eye contact with him, you knew there was no running away.Â
âUm⊠Hey.âÂ
Seungcheol had hoped for more after not talking to you for so long, but he would take what he could get. He knew he was putting you on the spot; clearly, there was no other way to get you to talk to him.Â
âHey. So, I, uh, I took Matthew to school this morning and needless to say, we were both a little shocked andâfuck, I wonât even lie, we were heartbroken when you werenât there. You quit?âÂ
Taking a deep breath, you look at your keys in your hand as Seungcheol speaks. Learning that he and Matthew were hurt by your absence makes your stomach feel queasy, but you try to stand your ground and keep yourself somewhat stoic as you nod.Â
âSorry, I got an offer about an hour away and I felt that I should take it. Ya know, itâs betterââ
âFor who?âÂ
Being interrupted by Seungcheol, you meet his eyes once again and let out a breath through your nose before looking off to the side. You didnât want to look him in the eye and try to explainâor lie about this. It was hard enough trying to convince yourself every day in the mirror.Â
âFor everyone, Seungcheol. I canât work there anymore. I didnât want to ruin things for Matthew or you. I couldnât be around Alex anymore.âÂ
Stepping away from the door, taking a step towards you, Seungcheol reaches out to take your wrist into his hand, trying to get you to actually look at him. When you donât instantly pull away, he lowers his head and leans to the right to make you meet his eyes as he speaks. The wet glaze over his eyes makes you feel like your heart is breaking all over again as your bottom lip quivers until you bite at it to force it to stop, once again forcing back any emotions that threaten to bubble to the surface.Â
âMatthew isnât happy without you, Y/N. Why in the hell would you think that he would be? Heâs depressed without you at school and without you in his life. I donât understand why you think heâd be better off without you around.âÂ
Sighing loudly, Seungcheolâs eyes drop to your bitten lip as you try to keep your tears back. He can see them on the rims of your eyes and he knows that you understand, even if you wonât say it.Â
âMy son loves you. Donât you get that? I lovâfuck⊠I need you in my life, Y/N. When I found out about you quitting I saw Alex and I confronted him. I told him to stay the fuck away from you, away from us.âÂ
Shaking your head, you pull your arm from Seungcheolâs, feeling his fingers chase after yours as he whines your name under his breath. You can hear and feel the desperation behind his voice and it makes you want to make it better, but you donât think he even understands what heâs saying to you or what heâs done.Â
âYou shouldnât have done that, Seungcheol. Thereâs no point. It was wrong of me to put myself into your life and into Matthewâs life. This is what I do. Donât you get that? I disappoint people. Please let meâlet me go. You donât get it.âÂ
Frustration rises in Seungcheol as you speak and as he watches your tears run down your cheeks. You were the one who didnât get it. You thought this was just pretty words and a dream but to him, it was so much more. You were so much more.Â
Sliding his hand along your cheek to push away your tears, Seungcheol whispers your name as you let out a soft sob. Wanting to make you see what he feels, he cups your face in his palm and brushes his lips against yours, feeling you stiffen in his grasp for only a second before you relax. His kiss not only stuns you but it also takes your breath away. Your tears flow even more freely as Seungcheolâs fingers brush at your skin and his lips move over yours until he finally pulls away and rests his forehead against yours.Â
âDo you understand now?âÂ
Wrapping your fingers around Seungcheolâs wrist, you sniff back tears as you lean your head back from his and shake your head.Â
âIt wonât work, Seungcheol.âÂ
Walking you towards the wall, Seungcheol shakes his head in return before leaning to kiss your cheek and tasting your tears on his lips.Â
"Yes, it will. It has to. I want it to⊠so fucking bad, baby. You feel like my missing piece. Y/N, youâre my somebody. Let me prove it to you.â
Seungcheol cups your face with both of his hands as you push your front door closed, letting him once again walk you backwards until your back is flush against the wall. The only difference this time is that itâs your lips that meet his first. You feel his fingers slide along the side of your head as he deepens the kiss, his tongue gliding into your mouth to mesh with your tongue before he groans, feeling your fingers grasp at his sides over his t-shirt.Â
This was everything Seungcheol had pictured for days, if not weeks, after being around you. He had wanted to kiss you that night when the two of you had shared wine on his couch. He had wanted to ask you to stay the night after dinner so that he could make love to you, and now he had you in his hands.Â
Sliding one hand along your neck, Seungcheol breaks the kiss long enough to meet your eyes, checking for any hesitation as his other hand moves to your hips and tugs them flush with his own. The only look in your eyes is one of desperation and desire. He wasnât the only one who had wanted this, he had just been better at admitting it to himself than you had. Now that it was real and in front of you, your brain was in a frenzy.Â
âYouâre so beautifulâso fucking beautiful. Wanted this⊠God, Iâve wanted it since I laid eyes on you. Wanna make you mine.âÂ
Seungcheolâs hand moves back to your face, resting on your jaw so that his thumb can brush over your bottom lip, tugging it down as you whimper. There truly was nothing better than this. No art in any museum could compare to you. No artist would ever capture that look in your eyes, the bitten look of your lips, or the desire that was burning in you for Seungcheol.Â
âPlease? Please, CheolâŠâÂ
Nodding, Seungcheol groans under his breath as you beg him to do what he wants. Glancing away from you, he gestures towards the hall in hopes that his guess of the layout of your apartment wasnât too far off.Â
âYeah, second door.âÂ
Smiling at your pretty voice, Seungcheol leans down to capture your lips once again as his hands move from your face and hips to wrap around your thighs right under your ass. Feeling your arms wrap around his neck in surprise, he grins on your lips and lifts you with little effort, even as you gasp.Â
âSeungcheol, oh my god, I can walk.âÂ
Clinging to Seungcheol, you watch as he shakes his head, walking you towards your bedroom. His strong hands are under you, holding you close to his body with each step.Â
âWhatâs the fun in that, baby? Let me have this, okay?âÂ
Stepping into your room, Seungcheol only glances around for a second before his lips are back on yours and he takes another step towards your bed, only to sit down, allowing you to rest on his lap. Your cheeks were hot with how flustered you felt, not only about being carried to your room but about how you could already feel Seungcheolâs cock between your legs. Letting out a shaky breath on his lips, you hold onto Seungcheolâs shoulders as you give into your desire and rest your knees on either side of his legs. Rolling your hips over the bulge in his jeans and earning you a deep groan from his throat, Seungcheol leans his head back and presses his fingers into the swell of your ass through your pants.Â
âShit⊠thatâthat feels so good. Itâs been a long time for me, Y/N.âÂ
Nodding, you slide your fingers from Seungcheolâs shoulder along his neck and up to his face to tilt it back towards you so you can meet his eyes as you roll your hips over him once again. You feel your own arousal beginning to soak through your panties, causing them to stick to your folds, a soft whine slipping from between your lips as your brows furrow.Â
âThatâs okay. Itâs been a while for me too, Cheol.âÂ
It might be selfish of him, but Seungcheol thinks at that moment that if he had his way, he might be your last. He would be all youâd ever need. Youâd never want to look for anyone else. All he needed to do was prove that to you.Â
Smiling into a soft groan, he groans as his brows furrow, feeling your fingernails press into his shoulders over his shirt. Seungcheol leans his head back and your lips against his throat has his eyes closing and his fingers tightening on your hips, pulling you down over his lap. Sliding his hands upwards, Seungcheol whispers your name as your lips move along his jaw and his head almost becomes cloudy with thoughts of putting your back on the bed and having his way with you.Â
âY/N⊠fuck. I need to see you. Can I? Can I see you?âÂ
Nodding, you lean back from him, letting his fingers work up your sides, pushing your shirt up as he goes. Brown eyes take in every new inch of skin exposed to him as Seungcheol furrows his brows and whispers out soft praises for you. He tells you how beautiful you are, how perfect you are, and how much he cares about you, all before pulling your shirt up and over your head and tossing it behind you into the floor.Â
Your cheeks burn at his attention as Seungcheol smiles at you, his fingers once again on your body. You canât help the way that you gasp and shift in his lap as his fingers walk along your flesh, leaving goosebumps behind his path.Â
Shifting your shoulders forward, you feel your bra straps fall down your arms when Seungcheolâs fingers work the clasps open at the middle of your back. The garment gives way and you feel warm breath fanning across your skin before soft plush kisses move from your shoulder to the center of your chest.Â
Letting your bra fall into your lap, you slide your fingers into Seungcheolâs hair as his name slips from between your lips like a prayer or a hymn. You didnât have much doubt that he would have been good at this, but it was still surprising at how much attention he was giving you and how he was taking his timeâeven if you wanted more and more quickly.Â
Tugging at his hair, you whine almost in frustration as you feel his lips brush over your nipple, only for Seungcheol to pull away and place a kiss in the same place on your other breast. You were so arousedâso wetâthat you felt like you could cum untouched on his lap, but every single teasing touch kept you right on the edge.Â
âCheol⊠please? I need more⊠Give me more.âÂ
He wanted to give you more. He wanted to see more, but tasting your skin was like tasting sugar for the first time. The salt in your skin was addictive. The smell of your body wash, the perfume that you used... even the laundry detergent that you chose was like the perfect mix to keep him dazed. Itâs only your voice that brings him back to the present and reminds him what heâs supposed to do.Â
Standing with you secure in his arms, Seungcheol quickly turns to lay you on your bed so he can hover over you. The feeling is instantly different. You had known that he was a large man and that he worked hard in the gym, but having him on top of you like this made it even more obvious how small you were compared to him.Â
Letting his eyes move over your face for a moment as your eyes widen, Seungcheol smirks slightly, trailing his fingers along your stomach to the clasp of your jeans. Working them open, he watches you bite your bottom lip and all he can think is how he wants to do that for you, how heâd do anything for you if you asked him to. It could be in this bed or the most simple domestic task and he would make it happen.Â
When Seungcheolâs palm presses to your abdomen and his fingers work their way into your jeans past your panties, you canât help the small, surprised gasp that escapes from behind your lips. Your hips lift and Seungcheolâs middle finger barely presses between your folds, brushing over your clit, and itâs almost enough to make you want to scream his name.Â
You didnât remember being this easy to please, but perhaps it wasnât even that⊠no, perhaps it was Seungcheol touching you. Maybe it was his fingers sliding against your wet folds and parting them so that he can circle your entrance with that same middle finger. It was because this time you were with the man you had spent hours trying to avoid picturing spending your life with and now he was groaning your name, feeling your slick arousal coating his fingers for the first time.Â
âBaby, oh my god, Y/N.â Seungcheol feels his mouth water as he feels his fingers slipping through your soft, wet folds. He just shakes his head as he tries to angle his hand in your tight jeans to press his finger into you, only to whine in frustration when he canât. âGotta get these off. Wanna taste you⊠gotta open you up, baby girl.âÂ
Smiling as you run your fingers through Seungcheolâs hair, hearing him whine, you lower your eyes to his hands as he tugs at your jeans, working them down your legs. There was this amazing juxtaposition when it came to him. You had just felt so small under him and now you were listening to him whine and talk with a pout on his lips as he tried to pull your pants off while still talking to you with such a dirty mouth.Â
Grinning to himself as he drops your jeans on the floor next to the bed, Seungcheol glances up at you before he wraps his arms under your thighs and scoots you up in the bed suddenly. Gasping his name, you grab at his shirt out of surprise, feeling it pull up his body as he meets your eyes again with a raised brow.Â
âCanât have you falling off the bed. Do you want my shirt? You can have it, sweetheart.âÂ
Your eyes follow Seungcheolâs hand as he reaches over his shoulder to tug at his shirt, pulling it up over his head with one swift movement. There were many ways to remove a shirt but that had to be the sexiest way you had ever seen. Trying to push your thighs together, you find you canât as Seungcheolâs knee rests between them, drawing his eyes down to your legs as he hands you his shirt.Â
âFuck⊠look at you.âÂ
Hissing out a moan, you clench your fingers around Seungcheolâs shirt and lift your hips when he pushes his thumb against the center of your panties, where the cloth was sticking to your skin. This wasnât what you meant by giving you more, but any complaints canât make it out of your mouth as Seungcheol smirks at you, one hand resting on the bed next to your hip and the other staying between your legs.Â
Brushing his knuckles over your wet panties, he lets out a breath before pulling them to the side and letting out a deep groan at the sight. He knew you were wet. He had felt it on his fingers and it was easy to see even through your panties, but seeing your glistening skin was another thing entirely.Â
âSo pretty⊠youâre so wet, baby girl. Is it uncomfortable?âÂ
Nodding, you close your eyes tightly, feeling tears threatening to spill over the rims of your eyes from just anticipation.Â
âYes, CheolâŠâÂ
A soft, sweet, faux cooing sound slips from his lips before Seungcheol lowers himself down between your legs to run his tongue over your soft folds. Grunting to the taste, he furrows his brows and wraps his fingers around your panties tighter, keeping them to the side as he wraps his free arm around your hip, tugging you closer to his mouth. One simple taste wasnât nearly enough, it was only enough to make him feel feral with desire for you and for him to want to bury his face between your legs for the rest of his life.Â
Bringing Seungcheolâs shirt up to your mouth, you bite down on the cotton to muffle your moans. Your eyes close tightly, tears running from your eyes and towards your hairline as Seungcheolâs lips wrap around your clit, and he sucks hard and groans, sending a vibration through your body. You feel yourself clench around nothing until he runs his tongue along your folds, massaging them, pulling them into his mouth and finally pressing his tongue into your needy hole.Â
âSeungcheol!âÂ
The shirt falls from your lips as you scream his name, feeling the pressure that has been building in your abdomen and threatening to overflow. Seungcheolâs lips pull up ever so slightly, even as he nudges his nose against your clit and fucks you with his tongue, feeling you clench around the muscle.Â
He wanted you to cum for him. He needed it more than he needed water to survive the desert. You were all that made sense right now, and getting you to bliss was the answer to everything.Â
Sliding his hand from around your hip, Seungcheol grunts under his breath as he leans back, face wet with your slick. Spitting on your entrance, he works two of his fingers into your velvet walls, watching you arch your back off the bed.Â
âThere you go, baby.âÂ
He could feel you clamping down around his fingers as you became impossible wetter, your cum seeping around his fingers with each deep thrust.Â
âOh my god, Cheol...â
Smiling against your inner thigh, Seungcheol glances up at you to meet your eyes as he carefully slides his fingers out of you, feeling your walls pulse around them. He wanted more, but even if you decided that you couldnât handle more or that you didnât want more, seeing you like that would be enough.Â
Reaching out for him, you wrap your legs around his waist, feeling instantly frustrated at the feeling of his jeans against your skin. The only thing that makes it better is his soft, plush lips on yours. You try to think quickly of anything better than Choi Seungcheolâs kissâthe way he would smile against your mouth before licking into it with a groanâand nothing comes to mind. Muttering into the kiss, you drag your fingers along his sides, feeling him shiver under your hands before he leans back to look down at you with want in his eyes.Â
âOff, take them off. WantâI want you. Please?âÂ
At first, when you say off, Seungcheolâs heart almost drops into his stomach. He thinks that you really have had enough of him for the night, but then your nails tug at the top of his jeans and a smile pulls at his pretty lips.Â
âAnything you want... fuck, Y/N. Iâd give you the world.âÂ
Sucking on your bottom lip, you feel heat rising in your cheeks and along your chest and neck at Seungcheolâs words. You had fallen deep and hard for this man and he was a romantic. You werenât going to get out of this without a few scars or in one piece, but now you werenât sure if you wanted to.Â
Watching him closely, your eyes follow Seungcheol as he slides off the bed to push his jeans down along with his boxers, leaving him naked in front of you. Bringing your fingers up to your already bitten lips, you turn on your side and press your cheek against your arm, trying to hide your reaction, but the look on Seungcheolâs face tells you that you havenât gotten off that easily.Â
Moving back to you, he runs his hand up the length of your leg, stopping at your hip as he tilts his head to meet your eyes, his other hand pulling your fingers from your lips. Seungcheol watches as your lips fall open on a soft, breathy gasp of his name when he guides your hand to his cock. With your hand in his, he guides your palm over the head of his length before wrapping your fingers around his shaft and dragging your hand from tip to base.Â
âThis okay?â
Nodding quickly, you whine, feeling Seungcheol thrust his hips gently towards your hand as he lets go of yours in place of running his fingers over your head, a groan slipping from his lips. He didnât want to get off like this, and he wouldnât, but with how you had been looking at himâa mixture of lust and surpriseâSeungcheol wanted to make sure you knew what was going inside of you.Â
Your eyes stay on his face for a moment longer before they drop to your hand and Seungcheolâs cock in your hand. It wasnât as if you couldnât tell he was big, but feeling and seeing were different stories. It wasnât length but girth. He was thick enough that you could already imagine the stretch and found yourself thanking him in your mind for making you cum first.Â
âShâshit baby⊠I gotta stop you.âÂ
Putting his hand back over yours, Seungcheol licks his lips and moves your hand from his leaking cock as it twitches, almost begging you for more. He already felt so close. Just looking at you, fucking you with his tongue, and feeling you on his fingers had been enough to make him feel like he was going to cum, but now your hand on him? He was lucky he didnât cum the second he put your fingers around his cock.Â
âFuck me, Cheol.âÂ
Your voice is timid and almost a whisper but Seungcheol can hear it. Furrowing his brows, he licks his lips once more before shaking his head and this time your heart sinks before he speaks and slides his hand between your legs, parting them so he can once again run his fingers through your already swollen, wet folds.Â
âNo⊠Iâm not going to fuck you, baby girl.â Grinning as you start to pout and whine in protest, Seungcheol leans to kiss your lips as he pushes two fingers into you, feeling you arch off the bed. âIâm gonna make love to you. Thereâs a difference.âÂ
Gasping on his lips, you hold on to his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin as Seungcheol rocks his fingers back against your spot, feeling you clench down over them once again. When you throw your head back, cum once again coating his fingers, Seungcheol groans, leaning to press his lips to the column of your throat, feeling your swallow hard under his kiss.Â
âThatâs it, such a good girl. You feel good?â
Out of breath, you nod weakly as Seungcheol looks down at you, sliding his fingers out of you.Â
âThatâs all I want, babyâŠâÂ
Glancing around the room, Seungcheol leans his head on his arm before taking a breath and wincing a bit before asking you what he had been mildly dreading from the moment this had begun. He knew it could make or break the moment, but it was important.Â
âI didnât bring anything with me with the assumption that something like this was happening.Â
Fuck, I mean, I donât even think I have condoms at my place. Do you have anything?âÂ
Smiling as you bite your lips, you run your fingers over Seungcheolâs cheek before tracing his lips, feeling him press a kiss to your fingers.Â
âIâm on birth control, Cheol. Itâs fine.âÂ
Taking a deep breath against your fingers, Seungcheol nods, feeling the pressure melt away as you run your knee along his outer thigh up to his hip. He hated the idea of disappointing you after making a big promise like he had, but now the pressure was taken over by desire. It was an honor to be in your bed in the first place, but like this? His head was spinning.
Sliding his fingers along your bent leg, Seungcheol leans into your hand as you cup his cheek before he turns to kiss your palm and nods, letting you know without words what he was doing. Gasping softly at the feeling of the tip of his cock running through your folds, you close your eyes and drop your hand to his shoulder as you push your head back into the pillow. Not even imagining the stretch could actually prepare you for the real thing as Seungcheol slowly eased inside of you bit by bit.Â
âOh my god.â The words fall from your lips like a prayer, tears finding your eyes again as the painful stretch is quickly replaced with pleasure. âSeungcheol⊠fuck. YouâreâŠâÂ
The words get caught in your throat and Seungcheol looks up at you in concern, seeing tears running from your eyes. Running his fingers over your face, he stops moving and presses his lips to yours, only to feel you shake your head and lift your hips, trying to get more of him inside of you.Â
âAhâfuck, Y/N⊠I justâI wanted to make sure you were okay.âÂ
Nodding, you capture Seungcheolâs lips, kissing him between words.Â
âIâm okay. Feels so good, baby. Please give me more.âÂ
Hearing you call him baby left Seungcheol stunned and love struck. He pauses before feeling you once again lift your hips before you wrap your legs around his waist and whine his name on his lips.Â
âOkayâŠokay. Itâs just... call me that again? Please?âÂ
You hadnât even realized what you had said until he asked for you to call him the pet name again. Opening your eyes as you press your head back into the pillow, you feel Seungcheol bottom out in you, the stretch so intense that you clench around him, earning yourself a well deserved groan from his chest.Â
âBaby?âÂ
You watch as Seungcheol nods, another groan dripping from his lips like candy for you to collect. Smiling, you canât hold back a soft moan as Seungcheol makes a shallow thrust and you feel full and complete. You find yourself wanting to always feel like this. Warm, full, and safe.Â
âIâloââ You struggle with your words as Seungcheol thrusts deep and harder, sending your head towards the headboard. Reaching back over your head, you hold on to the side of it and hum out another moan before nodding. âJust like that, baby. Iâm so close. Youâre right, thereâs a difference.âÂ
Seungcheol smiles at your words as he leans down to press a kiss on your shoulder. He was hoping you hadnât been upset with him for telling you he was going to make love to you. There would be plenty of time for him to fuck you laterâat least he hoped so. If he got his way, this would be forever. He could already picture himself buying a ring and getting down on one knee.Â
Shaking his head to push that thought from his head, not wanting to scare you away, Seungcheol nips at your neck and groans, feeling himself about to burst. He had already made you cum twice, but it was important to him that you were satisfied. He would do everything he could not to cum before you.Â
Tugging one of your legs loose from his waist, Seungcheol meets your eyes as he slides his hand between your bodies and finds your folds. He watches as your mouth falls open as his fingertips rub in tight circles over your clit, all while his cock is buried deep inside of you until that cord that was winding in your abdomen snaps once again.Â
âYesâŠyesâoh fuck!âÂ
Your voice was like music and had to be what angels sound like. That was all Seungcheol could think of as you came on his cock. You were so tight before, but now, as you orgasmed for the third time with him inside of you, he had seen heaven, and he wasnât sure how he survived you.Â
âPlease⊠now you. Cheol, baby⊠please?âÂ
You begging him to cum only solidified that he had to have died and gone to heaven because there was no way for him to resist you. There was no way for him to hold back. Groaning loudly against the crook of your neck, Seungcheol cums as he feels your thighs start to shake around him.Â
Running your fingers through his sweaty, damp hair, you close your eyes and focus on catching your breath as Seungcheol rests over your body. He was afraid he was too heavy, but the moment he tried to move away from you, a small whine of protest had him staying right where he was. Placing small kisses on the top of your breasts, Seungcheol then glances up at you, seeing the bliss on your face and he canât help but smile.Â
âYou are so beautiful.âÂ
Laughing softly, you open your eyes and look down at Seungcheol before lifting your hand to hide your face. There was no way you looked remotely beautiful at the moment. You knew you were sweaty and in desperate need of a shower and yet here was the most attractive man you had ever seen in your life, telling you that you were beautiful.Â
Wrapping his hand gently around your wrist, Seungcheol pulls your hand from your face and kisses the back of it before bringing your palm to his chest. You feel his heart beating hard as he too works to catch his breath.Â
âIâm serious, Y/N. I am soâshit I donât want to scare you away, but Iâm afraid if I donât, Iâll lose you again. Iâm in love with you.âÂ
Taking a sharp breath at Seungcheolâs confession, you glance up at the ceiling to avoid having to look at his eyes. A small frown replaces his smile as he hears your heart beat quicken in panic. He hadnât wanted you to panic, but he knew it was a risk. Carefully sliding out of you and to your side, Seungcheol lifts your hand from his chest to his lips and kisses the back of your knuckles as you bite at your lips.Â
âY/N, baby, please look at me? I wanna talk about this. I know you feel something for me or else we wouldnât be in this bed.âÂ
Pushing your thighs together, feeling even more sticky and sweaty, you feel yourself becoming even more self conscious until you meet Seungcheolâs eyes and see the concerned look on his face. You didnât want to hurt him again. You had spent so much of your life running and once you had a good thing, it bit you in the ass. So now that you had walls that he had taken a sledgehammer to, it was terrifying.Â
âIâyouâre right. I do feel something for you. I feel a lot of things. Iâm just so fucking scared, Seungcheol. What if we mess this up? I donâtââÂ
Closing your eyes, your words end on a sob as your emotions get the better of you. Moving to pull you into his arms, Seungcheol shakes his head and shushes you before kissing the side of your head, letting you continue.
âI canât hurt Matthew. I love him so much. I know I shouldnât. Itâs not proper for a teacher to have a favorite like that.âÂ
Smiling against your head, Seungcheol takes a deep breath and places another kiss before shaking his head.Â
âI donât think it has anything to do with being his teacher or a teacher in general. I thinkâand you can tell me to shove it up my ass if Iâm out of line, but I think it has to do with just love in general. You are maternal, Y/N.âÂ
Swallowing hard, you hold onto Seungcheolâs forearm as you think through what he has said.Â
There was a part of you that did want to tell him to shove it, but a larger part that knew he wasnât wrong. You had pictured far too often a life with them that wasnât just being Matthewâs teacher.Â
âI feel like I should apologize for that or something.âÂ
Leaning back to look down at you, Seungcheol moves his hand to tilt your chin up so you will look at him. Furrowing his brow, he shakes his head and the look in his eyes is the most serious you have seen in the entire night.Â
âNever apologize for loving my son. He loves you too.âÂ
The words go straight to your heart and tears stream down your face. You picture Matthewâs sweet smile as you close your eyes and you know you have to ask about him.Â
âIâokay. Can Iâcan I ask how heâs doing?âÂ
Pulling you back to his chest, Seungcheol leans against your headboard and leans his head back against it with a soft sigh.Â
âHeâs sad, baby. He misses you. He doesnât like school as much, even if Mrs. Lim is a decent teacher. He asked if you didnât like him anymore and that was why you had to teach other little kids.âÂ
Seungcheol knew the truth of what Matthew had been dealing with would hurt you, but it was something that you needed to know. He could have sugar coated it, but when it came to his son and how he was feeling, that was something Seungcheol would never do. He isnât surprised when he feels your body shake against his. It breaks his heart to feel your tears against his chest as you turn in his arms to be held tighter.Â
âI canât go back to thatâto that school, Cheol. I didn'tâŠÂ Iâm the fucking worst.âÂ
Shushing you, Seungcheol kisses the top of your head as tears sit on the rims of his eyes, feeling your heartbreak and his own for his son.Â
âI know it wasnât just about us. That wasnât why you left. Whatâs done is done. You arenât the worst; donât talk about yourself like that. All we need to do is talk to Matthew about it. He will understand.âÂ
"Alright, listen, if your dad asks about the weekend, what are you gonna say?âÂ
Jeonghan lifts a brow as he looks down at Matthew on his right. The little boyâs hand in his as he smiles up at him. It had taken a lot to get that smile on his face and he was proud to see it. Between him and Joshua, a weekend of trash tv, and all the worst foods you could feed a child, he was finally seeing the Matthew he knew.Â
âThat Uncle Jeonghan and Uncle Shua let me watch edgeucational things only on TV.âÂ
Clicking his tongue as he winks at his godson, Jeonghan fishes his key for Seungcheolâs apartment out of his pocket and pushes the door open. Shifting the overnight bag on his shoulder, he doesnât glance up until he hears Matthew gasp in surprise. The sound scares him, his eyes widening as the boy takes off, running towards the living room and drawing his eyes in that direction.Â
âWhat! Whatâs wrong?âÂ
Itâs when he sees you sitting on the couch with Seungcheol that it makes sense. He watches as Matthew wraps his arms around your neck, the sad expression on your face and tears in your eyes as you wrap your arms around the child, pulling him into your lap.Â
Meeting Seungcheolâs eyes, Jeonghan lifts his brows and gets a grin back as an answer. Shaking his head, Jeonghan drops the bag from his shoulder onto the couch and lets out a low, deep sigh. It had taken long enough, but clearly things had worked out the way they were supposed to. He just wished it had happened sooner and not at the expense of Matthewâs happiness. At least he could relish in the happy look on his face now, that was making up for almost all of it.Â
âWell then, I was going to see if you needed me to stay for a bit today, but clearly...âÂ
Rolling his eyes, Seungcheol stands up to hug Jeonghan, whispering that he will explain everything later. Glancing back to you and Matthew, he presses his lips together as you nod along with Matthewâs story about his weekend with Uncle Jeonghan and Joshua, letting him have a moment to walk Jeonghan to the door.Â
âYeah, I wanna know all the juicy details. Jihoon owes me 100 bucks.âÂ
Grinning as Seungcheol makes a face of disgust, Jeonghan waves at you and Matthew before walking out the door, leaving the three of you to yourself. Leaning against the wall, Seungcheol watches for a moment longer, his lip caught between his teeth as you run your fingers through Matthewâs hair lovingly while you explain the new job.Â
âBut, Iâll still see you all the time. I promise, okay? I just have to help other kids for the rest of the year.âÂ
Pouting a bit, Matthew wraps his hand around yours, pulling it into his lap before nodding.Â
âMmkay⊠as long as you come over all the time.âÂ
Smiling a bit sheepishly as he looks from you to his dad and back, Matthew kicks his legs and giggles, making you tilt your head as Seungcheol moves to the couch to sit next to you.Â
âDaddy, does this mean that Miss Y/N can be my mommy now?âÂ
Blanching slightly, Seungcheolâs mouth falls open as he looks at you, watching your lips press together. Meeting his sonâs eyes, he tries to speak before laughing and rubbing the back of his neck.Â
âUh, thatâs adult business, son. I donât know. Maybe one day. You know if Y/N will have your daddy as a husband.âÂ
Looking away to hide your embarrassed smile, you clear your throat as Matthew giggles once again and slides from your arms to his dadâs.Â
âI think thatâs a yes. All the boys on the TV show Uncle Shua liked got down on their knees and just asked. Most of the girls said yes, even though they were behind a wall!âÂ
His eyes widening, Seungcheol looks at you as you laugh and brings your fingers to your lips before speaking.Â
âI thought you said you guys watched educational videos?âÂ
Looking down at his hands, realizing he had said too much, Matthew grins and shrugs.Â
âI didnât say nothing.âÂ
Eyes narrowing, Seungcheol presses his fingers into his sonâs side, tickling him as he shakes his head.Â
âI need to have a talk with your uncles about teaching you how to lie and letting you watch garbage.âÂ
Smiling, you watch the two people you love the most as they laugh and end up hugging when Seungcheol kisses Matthewâs cheek. You could get used to seeing this every day.Â
You had thought that after you had helped Seugcheol get Matthew to bed, you might sneak back to your apartment, but then he wrapped his fingers around your wrist and pouted. That was how you ended up on his bed, his lips on your neck as you whined softly, doing your best to keep your voice down, feeling him smile against your skin.Â
âSeungâSeungcheol, please. Iâm trying to be quiet. Iâm not sure I can do this. What if we wake up, Matthew? How do we even explainââÂ
Leaning back, Seungcheol meets your eyes and purses his lips before sliding off the bed and offering you his hand. Taking a breath to calm down, you put your fingers on his and let him guide you off the bed and towards the connected ensuite.Â
âWe donât have to explain anything, baby. Heâs a heavy sleeper, but if you are worried.âÂ
Leaning against the counter of the double sink, you watch as Seungcheol leans into the glass shower to turn it on. The sound of water fills your ears and you smile as the man you had grown to adore beyond words looks back at you for praise as if he had just moved the earth for you.Â
âSmartâŠâÂ
Nodding along with your words, Seungcheol moves back over to you, sliding the skirt of your sundress up your legs to your hips.Â
âI mean, I am a doctor. Itâs a requirement.âÂ
Smacking his chest, you listen to Seungcheolâs laugh and it makes you feel warm and safe. Lifting your arms, you let him quickly undress you, dropping your dress on the counter before he takes a knee and hooks his fingers into your panties, shimmying them down your legs.Â
âYou donât look half bad on your knee, Dr. Choi.âÂ
Seungcheol lifts his brow, a smirk pulling at one side, before he leans to press a kiss to your leg, discarding your panties to the side. You run your fingers through his hair, enjoying the feeling of his soft lips on your skin, chill bumps spreading under his kisses.Â
âYou like me on my knee? Wanna see me like this again?âÂ
Your cheeks burning, you bite at your lips and hide your smile as you look away from his eyes as Seungcheol looks up at you before rising to his feet once again. Turning your head back towards him, Seungcheol brushes his lips over yours as steam starts to fill the room. He could feel the warmth on your cheeks under his fingers as he ran his thumb along your cheekbone towards your hairline.Â
âHm? I asked you something, baby girl.âÂ
Whining his name, you take a breath as Seungcheol takes a step back to tug off his shirt and quickly get rid of his pants and boxers before offering you his hand once again.Â
âYou canât ask me things like that. Itâs too soon.âÂ
Shaking his head, Seungcheol leads you towards the shower, opening the door for you and following you inside. His eyes move along your body as the water hits your skin and you lean your head back into the stream of water with a smile on your face. Lifting his free hand, Seungcheol runs it between your breasts and down your stomach as the smile on his lips grows.Â
âToo soon for what? For me to already be thinking about wanting to marry you? Shit, I was thinking about that the night we drank wine until 2 in the morning on my couch.âÂ
Licking water from your lips, you lift your head to look at Seungcheol as he speaks to you. His words make you feel hot and almost speechless. He had wanted you for that long? He had wanted you that way for that long.Â
Meeting your eyes for a second, Seungcheol lets out a soft hum of appreciation at the dazed look on your face before his middle finger drags between your folds and your knees buckle. Quickly wrapping his arm around your waist, he groans as he turns your back towards the shower wall and lets you rest against it.Â
âIâm in it for the long haul, baby. I think you know that. Is that something youâd want? Hm? What was Matthew asking earlier? To be his mommy?âÂ
Your lips fall open in a moan of Seungcheolâs name as you feel two of his fingers hook into you and his palm rests against your clit. Lifting your leg, you wrap one around his waist, letting him keep you upright as you try to think straight, only managing to babble incoherently. You werenât sure how he wanted you to think clearly and come up with logical words when his fingers were so deep in you.Â
âTell me⊠I really wanna know. Doesnât mean itâs gonna happen tonight, but... I wonât lie, thinking about you like thatâas my wifeâŠâ You feel Seungcheol shiver as a grin pulls at his lips against your jaw. âIt turns me on.âÂ
You knew Seungcheol was romantic and now you knew he had particular kinks. God you were in trouble. You were in trouble of being in constant pleasure if you did end up being this man's wife. Holding onto Seungcheolâs biceps, you whisper his name as his lips brush against yours before nodding and feeling him nod in return.Â
âYou do? Yeah? Can you say it for me? I wanna hear it. Indulge me, sweetheart.âÂ
Whining, you lean your head back against the shower wall as you feel yourself starting to fall over the edge. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes from pleasure as you whimper and your mouth falls open, cum slipping down Seungcheolâs fingers as you moan out the words he wants to hear.Â
âI would; I would wanna be your wife, Cheol. I love you.âÂ
Bracing himself against the wall, palm flat against it, Seungcheol groans, feeling himself unable to hold back. Itâs not everything he has to give you, but you are surprised to feel warm cum on your stomach, drawing your eyes downward.Â
âOh, my god...â
Sighing, Seungcheol laughs, a bit embarrassed, before pushing off the wall and sliding his fingers out of you. Wiping his mouth clean of water, he uses his other hand to hold your leg to his hip as before, stroking his still hard cock a couple times and lining himself up with your eager pussy.Â
âI told you I liked the idea of it. I love you, too. FuckâŠâÂ
The last word out of Seungcheolâs mouth is drawn out as he slips himself inside of you with some effort. In this position, you were even tighter than he was used to. He had taken you to bed a few times over the weekend, but never like this and you had never sucked his cock in like you were trying to milk him dry.Â
Holding your hip tightly, Seungcheol meets your eyes as you let out a soft gasp, feeling his hips meet yours. At this angle, you felt like he was going to tear you apart, but you werenât complaining. There was bad pain, and then there was this. This was that sweet, satisfying pain that led to so much pleasure that you saw stars, and you were starting to see them.Â
Lips meeting yours, Seungcheol groans into the kiss as he grinds his hips against yours, finding it harder to move after a few deep thrusts when you clamp down over him and cum once again. Scratching at his wet skin, you bite down into his bottom lip before leaning back from his kiss to pant out his name when Seungcheol groans so deep it sounds like a growl.Â
He had made love to you before; there had truly been a difference between that and now. The way his fingers were bruising your hips and the way his hips were slapping against yoursânow he was fucking you. You knew you wouldnât be able to tell him which way you preferred, even as you watched his mouth fall open as he cums once again, this time filling you and pushing it out with each deep thrust.Â
âHoly shit, baby.âÂ
Furrowing your brows, you let out a soft gasp as Seungcheol slips from you and lowers your leg safely back to the floor. Keeping your back to the wall, you take a few deep breaths, feeling his fingers running along your sides as his lips press to your throat, up your jaw, and finally to your lips before you smile.Â
âThat wasâŠâÂ
Nodding to agree with you, Seungcheol laughs against your lips before taking a step back to step under the showerhead, feeling the warm water run over his body. Opening your eyes, you canât help the way you shyly look at him before laughing and looking away, making him grin as he reaches for his shampoo with a tilt of his head.Â
âWhat? Are you shy now? Is this about being in the shower with me or, uh, wife talk?âÂ
Wrinkling your nose, you knock your head back against the shower wall before pushing off of it and towards Seungcheol. Watching him follow you with curious eyes, you sigh and lift your arms to run your fingers through his hair, spreading around the shampoo as you speak, feeling his hands running over your hips.Â
âThe last part. It is a little fast. but Iâis it bad that I like it too? Maybe I want that? Not now!â You are quick to add on the last to your sentence, making Seungcheol laugh before he leans his head back into the water, washing out the shampoo from his hair. âJust in the future, with you?âÂ
Taking a breath, Seungcheol runs his fingers through his hair and then holds on to your waist, switching positions under the shower head to let you stand there as he grabs body wash to start spreading it over your body slowly.Â
âNot at all. I want it... in the future.âÂ
Smiling brightly, Seungcheol meets your eyes as you whine, feeling overwhelmed. Leaning to kiss your nose, he sighs and spreads the soapy water along your body as he nods.Â
âDid I ever tell you that if I got married again, Iâd love to have my honeymoon in Barcelona?âÂ
He was great at breaking the tension. You couldnât help the smile that pulled up at your lips or the laugh that spilled from between them as you shook your head, turning in his arms to let him wash your back.Â
âNo? Well, thatâs my dream destination. Iâve never been, and what better place to go with my bride?âÂ
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YEOGI OCEAN VIEW OMGGGGGGGGGGGG
ocean view
member â junhui x f reader
genre â romance, smut, strangers to lovers
word count â 8.8k
synopsis â an all expenses paid trip to greece for your friend's wedding seems too good to be true, but it gets even better when you meet a handsome stranger on the beach. with the help of a mysterious old lady, her magic deck of tarot cards, and one too many coincidences, you're starting to believe things really do happen for a reason.
warnings â descriptions of female anatomy, unprotected sex, fingering, marking, an oddly romantic one night stand, mentions of past hookups, reader wears dresses, way too much yearning, happy ending !
notes â my part for the @svthub world tour collab; check out the masterlist here! thanks to @multi-kpop-fanfics for answering all my questions and the biggest thanks ever to @onlymingyus for proofreading & helping me brainstorm throughout !! inspired mostly by the spell mv but also a little bit from nana tour and in the soop bc of the vacation vibes. disclaimer i know nothing about tarot but i did a ton of research so i hope that part makes sense anyway :) this fic was a huge challenge to write so please please reblog if you enjoyed reading, the feedback is super appreciated and it helps me keep writing!!
they say time flies when youâre having fun.
it felt like just days ago when your best friend had announced she was flying everyone to athens for her destination wedding. between helping prepare for the wedding and getting yourself packed for the trip of a lifetime, a weekend on the beach sounded like exactly what you needed to unwind.
but now that youâre here, youâve quickly realized that your dreams of lazy spa days, massages, and lounging on chairs in the sand with cocktails arenât on your friendâs itinerary.
what is on her itinerary, however? clubs. lots of clubs, and bars, and raves.
the night before the wedding, youâd showed up at the place you had all planned to meet at for her bachelorette party, a popular bar right on the beach in the center of everything. you hadnât been sure what to expect, so youâd worn your swimsuit underneath your sundress just in case. between wedding plans and jet lag, you hadnât yet had the chance to explore the beaches, and you werenât about to let your favorite white strappy one-piece go to waste without wearing it the whole trip; especially not when youâre surrounded by gorgeous clear waters you donât get to see while youâre at home.
you tug at your dress a little awkwardly, a simple off-white piece with buttons all down the front. cute and casual, the perfect thing for an evening on the beach. except an evening on the beach is not what youâre getting.
ânext round is on me!â
all the girls let out a cheer, clapping and whooping as they raise their glasses. youâre still not even halfway through your first drink; the night is young, but your friends are more enthusiastic partygoers than you are.
you lean away to check the time on your phone, trying not to feel defeated when you see how early it still is. youâve been trying to hype yourself up for tonight all weekend, but it doesnât help that your friends are bigger partiers than you. that isnât to say that you dislike parties, or that you never go out; but parties like this, huge events with hundreds of people packed into a small space with loud music and flashing lights, arenât really your ideal way to spend a saturday night. even for such a special, rare occasion like a bachelorette party in another country, you canât bring yourself to get lost in the scene. you shouldâve known how this would go, and yet here you are, standing at a cocktail table by yourself surrounded by drunk women.
you turn back around and suddenly the bar is a sea of unfamiliar faces, everyone around you lost in their own worlds jumping and dancing to the music that booms from the speakers. you stand up on your tiptoes to see above the crowd, trying to push your way through in search of someone you recognize, but it seems like theyâve all vanished.
the pounding of the music is starting to give you a headache, so you down the last of your drink and head away from the bar, pushing past people until the crowd eventually starts to thin and you break out into the open air.
itâs still light outside, but the contrast from the darkened bar makes it feel like stepping into another world. the noise gets quieter the farther away you move, and you find your feet carrying themselves down the beach. you walk backwards, turning to look over your shoulder one more time to see if you can spot your friends, but all you see is a crowd full of strangers.
itâs easier to breathe out here, feeling the freshness of the ocean breeze and the salty air in your lungs as you get further and further from the people and the businesses. you turn around again and almost run straight into a man walking from the opposite direction, and you stumble into his arms before you realize whatâs happening. you let out a little squeak in surprise and jump backwards, almost tripping over your own feet but his hand instinctively shoots around your waist to help keep you upright.
your cheeks burn with embarrassment, an apology already ready on your lips, but he beats you to it. âsorry,â he says with a shy laugh, slowly letting go of you and offering his hand for balance as you slip your sandal back on that had come off. he steps back and gives you a polite smile, trying to move out of your way. âyou look like youâve got somewhere to be.â
âthe opposite, actually. escaping my friend's bachelorette party," you explain.Â
"we're in the same boat, then," he chuckles, tucking his hands into the pockets of his shorts. "trying to ditch the bachelor party. itâs a popular place for weddings, huh?â
âseems like it.â you hum, turning to look out over the water. the setting sun glints off the surface, a clear and bright sparkling blue, and you lift your hand to keep the glare out of your eyes. âi just didnât think itâd be soâŠâ
ââŠhectic?â he asks, and you laugh a little.
"yeah, you could say that.â a warm breeze ruffles through your sundress, and you cross your arms over your chest. âi guess all weddings are like that, though.â
he nods, following your gaze off into the horizon. you go quiet, listening to the music still loud in the distance and the sound of seagulls cawing above your heads. "i was hoping to get a chance to explore more of the beaches while i'm here. i donât get to see it often."
"wanna go for a walk?â you ask suddenly, uncrossing your arms. maybe itâs the fresh air of a new place, maybe itâs the comfort of finding another person wanting to get away from it all, but some part of you wants to stay here and find out. youâd wanted to see more of the landscape anyway, and now seems like as good a time as any, especially now that youâve got company.
he looks over at you, judging your expression before his face softens. âthat sounds perfect.â
itâs still early enough that the beach is still mostly full of tourists, adults lounging on towels while reading books and kids splashing water at each other and playing in the sand. you walk further down the beach, passing in front of a grey haired old woman sitting cross-legged on a towel, shuffling a deck of cards in her wrinkled hands.
"always lovely to see couples enjoying the islands,â she calls out to you. thereâs an almost rhythmic lilt to her voice, and itâs so sudden that it makes both of you pause and turn around, having paid her no mind as you walked past before. she gestures down at the deck and you finally notice that sheâs holding a set of tarot cards, a deep matte black that seems to glitter and sparkle even while shadowed. âwould you like a reading?â
your cheeks start to warm, and you push down the butterflies that flutter to life when she assumes youâre together. "oh, no, we're notââ
"sure," jun says over you, and you sneak a glance up at him when you think he's not looking. "how much?"
she clucks her teeth and shakes her head, staring directly at you although sheâs answering his question. "no, no, no, my dear. just offering a bit of friendly advice. wonât cost you a thing."
jun nods, but she seems like sheâs waiting for your answer so you quickly nod, too. âokay. what⊠do we have to do?â
she places her palms over the deck and closes her eyes, falling silent. you stand in front of her, feeling a little awkward to be hovering over her like this, but she itâs like she doesnât even notice. you share a look with jun, but after a beat he grabs your hand and grins as if to say, just go along with it.
her eyes suddenly fly open and she seems pleased with whatever she was doing. âi knew i could feel it,â she says cryptically as she begins shuffling the cards. âbut letâs just see what fate has to say about it.â
she stops and pulls the top two cards from the deck, placing them face down on the towel as she motions at them with her hand. at her signal, jun bends forward and turns over one of the cards, reading it aloud. âace of cups.â
âace of cups,â she repeats. âan invitation. the open, uninhibited flow of emotions, creativity, and love; the awakening of your spirit. this is a new beginning for you, the start of a new season. trust yourself and your feelings, and embrace the opportunity to grow with your emotions.â
jun nods seriously like heâs taking in her words, but you can see the hint of a smile at the corner of his lips that heâs trying to suppress.
she looks at you expectantly, and you hesitate before realizing sheâs waiting for you to flip over the second card. you cheeks heat as you read it, but you try not to let it show. âthe⊠lovers?â
she smiles, and although her face looks kind you have a sense that thereâs something sheâs not telling. âthe lovers,â she says, almost solemnly. âmany people think this card is strictly about romance. and in some ways it is, but what it really represents is a choice. two diverging paths, two responsibilities. will you choose with your head, or with your heart?â
she stares at you for another moment, then looks back at jun. you both stay quiet and still, subconsciously hanging on her every word as she pauses, clearly having more to say. âhaving these two cards come up together⊠now, thatâs fascinating for you two, isnât it?â
you find yourself nodding silently, although you have no idea why. you feel junâs hand in yours, warm and soft and grounding, and the smallest shiver runs down your spine.
âthe lovers and the ace of cups are the potential for new beginnings and the fulfillment that comes with following your heart,â she says, her eyes locked with yours. âthis is a very powerful and meaningful connection, but only if you make the choice that is most heartfelt. you must be willing to be your most authentic self and hold nothing back. keep your eyes open, and you will be rewarded with profound joy and happiness.â
immediately you turn to look at jun to see his reaction. he looks just as confusedâbut is that a hint of excitement in his eyes?âas you do. the womanâs words are⊠cryptic, to say the least, but it stirs up a feeling of excitement in the back of your mind that youâre trying to ignore. it probably doesnât mean what you think it does, right?
"hey, wait, so what doesââ
you turn back to look at the woman for another explanation, but there's no one there. the beach is empty except for you and jun and the slowly setting sun, a few boats tied up at the dock. youâve walked so far down the beach that even the distant music has faded into obscurity and youâre left standing alone together, surrounded by nothing but the sounds of the waves. even the wind has died down, and it feels eerily quiet but in an almost comforting sort of way, to be alone together in a place like this.
"you believe in that kind of stuff?" you ask curiously as jun starts to walk away.
"mm⊠not really. but she seemed like a lonely old lady. i thought it'd make her day." he looks down at your entwined hands and squeezes lightly, almost teasing as you look up and see the grin on his face. "why, do you?"
you can't help the butterflies that instantly flutter to life in your stomach when you feel his warm hand in yours, but you shrug. "why not?"
jun doesn't reply, just nodding thoughtfully as you continue to walk hand in hand.Â
with the way the atmosphere has suddenly changed, it feels like time has stopped as you meander your way along the edge of the water. you chat off and on with jun, but thereâs a hefty amount of silence that neither one of you feels obligated to fill. talking to jun feels like talking to an old friend, and maybe itâs the beautiful scenery or maybe itâs the way both of you had found yourselves here looking for company.
after a while you come to a stop just below the rocks where youâd started. your footprints from where youâd run into each other are still visible, little indents in the damp sand, and it reminds you of what you were running away from in the first place. maybe you donât want to run anymore.Â
"wellâŠâ jun says, inhaling slowly. "we should get you back to your friends. i'm sure they're looking for you."
"would it be so bad if i said i didn't want to find them?"
he pauses to gauge your reaction, and you donât miss the flicker in his eyes as he looks at you. after a moment nods and points up the shallow cliffs, towards a little stone staircase worn down from years of being travelled on. "my hotel is just up there. if⊠if you wanted to stay a little longer? with me?"
you pull your lip between your teeth, looking up at him and the way the fading sunlight shines through his soft brown waves, and it only takes a second to make your decision. âiâd really like that.âÂ
it turns out that missing out on your friendâs party for a few more hours is an easy price to pay for more time with jun.
the door of his hotel room barely has time to shut before your hands are on each other. you tug him closer by shirt with an eagerness you rarely allow yourself and he immediately reciprocates, pulling you by the waist until youâre pressed chest to chest.
his hand skims over your collarbone towards your neck, and you shiver at the warmth of his fingers caressing the side of your jaw. he angles your chin upwards and leans in as you meet him halfway and your lips finally touch, a low sound escaping from your throat as his nose brushes your cheek.
he makes a soft noise as he inhales, deepening the kiss until you feel your knees go weak. his hand cups your jaw harder, trying to draw you further into him, unwilling to break apart. he kisses you so softly yet you can still feel the intensity behind every movement of his lips, exploring your mouth with a gentleness that feels more natural than anyone youâve ever kissed before.
jun curls his arm around you tighter, and youâre sure he can hear how fast your heart is beating as he kisses you again and again until youâre breathless. you slide your hands away from his chest and start to undo the buttons at the front of your dress, but he stops you. you look up and meet his gaze as his hand on your cheek moves to wrap around your waist, carefully walking you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the bed and you let yourself fall back onto it.
he lets out a quiet groan as you pull him down with you, landing on top of you and catching himself on his forearms beside your head. his face is inches away from yours, staring into your eyes for a beat before he presses down to capture your lips again.
his kisses feel like magic, and you almost forget exactly what youâre here to do. youâd be content to spend hours with his lips on yours and nothing else, but youâre quickly pulled away from it when he sits back and starts to slide his hands down your body, his nimble fingers skillfully undoing the buttons of your dress one by one.
he pulls the fabric away and lets it fall to the floor before leaning to kiss you again, and a grateful sigh slips from your lips at his touch. your fingers tug at his shirt and he breaks away once more to quickly pull it off over his head, tossing it behind him without a second thought.
your hands slide earnestly across his body, your fingertips trailing down his torso and the deep lines of his abs. his fingers brush over your swimsuit in tandem, tracing the cutouts of the fabric where your skin is visible and making you prickle with goosebumps at his touch.
he seems equally as content to just continue doing this, but eventually his hands make their way upwards and gently slip the straps off your shoulders. he doesn't move any further than that, waiting for you to move instead, his fingers resting at the base of your neck just beneath your chin.Â
you follow his actions and shimmy the suit down, letting it bunch up at your hips. only then does he finally break apart from you, moving his mouth down to your exposed breast and letting his tongue glide over your peaked nipple. your skin tastes like salt and sweat, like sunny days and warm breezy nights, and he can't get enough of you.
the first moan you let out is like music to his ears, and immediately he craves more of them. he wraps his mouth around your other nipple while keeping his hands attached to your body like magnets, desperate to be the one to draw more of those pretty noises from your lips.
you lift your hips just a little and he quickly gets the hint, wordlessly pushing his fingers between your skin and the fabric of your swimsuit before tugging it all the way off. he pulls it down your legs and you help him kick it away, leaving you completely bare beneath him.
your hands slide across his shoulders and up the back of his neck, tangling in his hair with another moan that sends a shiver down his spine. you canât help but roll your hips upwards against his body, squirming for more friction as your nails scratch at his scalp.
his face stays buried in your chest for a long time, moving between your breasts and planting wet kisses all along your skin. your head is spinning at the sight of this gorgeous man working his magic on your body, his hands wandering up and down with a tender purpose. you don't even know his name but you already know you're gonna be thinking about this night for months, probably even years. you're shocked at how good he is at this; there's a melancholy feeling looming in the back of your mind, knowing that this is probably the first and only night youâll get to spend with him, but you don't have time to focus on that when you have the tingly feeling in your stomach to focus on instead.
despite not saying anything aloud you can tell exactly what he wants from you, and something about how easy this is sends a feeling of relief through you. all of the mistakes of your past hookups feel like a distant memory. thereâs none of the empty conversations meant to do nothing more than fill the silence and the awkward, tentative movements that youâve become accustomed to from strangers who arenât familiar with your body.Â
but something about the way jun touches you does feel familiar, like youâve been waiting all your life for it, for him. his silence, something that most of your partners in the past had fought so hard to avoid, now only leaves more room for you to enjoy the sounds that often go overlooked: the wet hum as his lips connect with your skin, the distant crash of waves outside the window, the quiet whir of the ceiling fan.
jun leans down and kisses you again, shifting on top of you as his hand wanders down your hips. you pull him closer and let your hand travel a similar path, and you bite your lip in excitement when your fingers skim over the bulge straining against his shorts.
he lets out a strangled noise almost like a whimper at the contact but the sound only encourages you to add more pressure, soaking in his reactions. he whines again, pushing his hips into your hand and exhaling a shaky breath as you continue to palm him, feeling the hard outline of his cock as he struggles to keep his composure.
his knee is against your thigh and he repositions himself to press it higher between your legs, returning the favor and giving you something to grind on. instinctively your legs widen a little to give him easier access, and he rewards you with another hot, messy kiss.
you groan at the feeling, pushing your hips down towards him and rubbing yourself on him. itâs a little rough at first, but youâre already so wet that it doesnât take long before his knee is coated in your arousal and you slide along him easily.Â
after a minute he pulls back just an inch, giving you room to breathe, but one hand is still on your hip and the other curled behind you to support your neck. âgood?â he asks breathlessly, and even though itâs clear as day that youâre enjoying this as much as he is, you still nod and give him an encouraging smile, and he returns it with a smile of his own. âjust let me know,â he says, and the sultry yet sweet tone of his voice makes your heart skip a beat.
at your approval his hand begins to wander again, trailing over the top of your thigh. his finger slowly make their way down and you shiver, your hand stilled against his abdomen as you anticipate his next move.
you take this moment to get a good look at him; youâd been too shy to stare earlier on the beach, unsure how things were going to go. but now that heâs on top of you, shirtless and obviously just as eager as you are, you let your gaze roam unabashedly across his body. your eyes glide over his torso, the hollow slope of his collarbones and his hardened nipples, the deep-set grooves of his abs and the faint lines of his ribs beneath his skin. you want to reach out to touch him and run your hands over every inch of him, but youâre trying to be patient. and although you know your time here is limited, it seems like jun is only just getting started.
his fingers finally make it to your inner thighs, tracing the area around your pussy, but itâs still not close enough for your liking. you wiggle a little to try and encourage him, whining softly and letting out a little plea. his lips quirk up and he nods, his grip on the back of your neck tensing and tangling in your hair.Â
his fingers finally brush against your entrance and you gasp, writhing at how gentle his touch is. he dips his middle finger into your heat before pulling it back out, trailing upwards to your clit to circle it for a moment before heading back down and repeating the process. itâs barely enough, yet it leaves you breathless almost instantly.
heâs staring down between your legs with an intense focus, spreading your arousal around before sinking back into you for more. and just when you think you canât take it anymore, he pushes his finger in deeper, holding it still for a second even though youâve already adjusted to it. he waits until you start moving, arching your back and trying to get him to go further, before he adds his ring finger and begins slowly thrusting both fingers in and out together.
you whimper and curse under your breath, trying to roll your hips to match his rhythm. he starts to curl his knuckles and you swear you see stars, despite the fact that heâs barely moving at all.
after a moment when youâve regained the ability to breathe normally again you start to move your hand back against his bulge, shaky fingers dipping beneath the waistband of his shorts. you wrap your hand around him and your eyes widen at the thickness, the heavy weight of him in your hand and how youâre sure he must be aching by now. you feel the way his cock jerks when you squeeze ever so slightly, his fingers inside you freezing for a split second as his brain tries to process before he plunges them in even deeper, curling into you with even more fervor than before.
you hold him tighter and run your thumb over his tip, swollen and leaking with precum. he gets a little noisier with every move you make, unable to contain the pleasure he gets even from this. even the smallest touches from each other have both of you on edge in a way youâve never felt before, drawn to each other like no one youâve ever had before.
his clothes in the way are starting to frustrate you, so after another second you release his cock and move your hand up to the waistband of his shorts instead, trying to tug them down but itâs difficult from the position youâre both laying in.
âplease,â you pant out desperately after having little success, and he obliges, pushing his shorts away as fast as possible before resuming his motions. heâs still almost completely ignoring himself as he continues to focus on you and only you, and his complete devotion gives you another boost of confidence.
now freed, his hard cock slaps against your thigh and you moan happily at finally being able to see all of him. it looks even better than it felt, thick veins bulging out across his length and his tip flushed a deep red. you wrap your hand around him once more, flicking your wrist as you start to jerk up and down.
his fingers curl upwards to massage the spot that makes your eyes roll back, and if you had any functioning thoughts left you wouldâve marvelled at the fact that he was able to find it so easily, but youâre too busy arching your back against his pillow to think about that.
he can feel you starting to clench harder around him, making his fingers stutter inside you, so he pushes his other hand down on your hip to stop you from moving so much. he pulls his fingers out and your eyes dart back up to his face for an explanation, unable to stop the whimper that escapes from you at the loss, but the look in his eyes instantly puts you at ease. you can already tell he knows what heâs doing, and somehow he seems to know exactly what you need, so for once you donât mind sitting back and letting someone else call the shots.
âcan i fuck you now?â he murmurs, and it takes you a second to even hear what he said because youâre shocked at how low and rough his tone is since the last time you heard him speak. he wipes his fingers against the inside of your thigh as he waits for your reply, and you shiver at the cool wetness on your skin.
the best you can manage is a stuttered âyesâ, and without a word of acknowledgement he pulls you off the bed, guiding you off your back and onto your hands and knees.
you let out a squeak at the sudden change but you let it happen, and a second later you hear his voice beside you, his breath warm against your ear. âstill okay?â he asks, and despite the gruffness in his voice you can still hear the soft edge to his words.
âyeah,â you repeat, suddenly losing the ability to say anything else to express your pleasure, but somehow you know he understands. your stomach flutters at the low tone of his voice, steady and calm but so full of warmth and lust.
you feel the heat from his face move away from your skin, and you know heâs sitting up on his knees behind you. his hands slide down your sides, reaching under you to cup your boobs with both hands as he groans at the feeling. you let out a matching whine, pushing your hips back against him to feel his hard length against the soft flesh of your ass.
his hands still holding your breasts, he leans down over you to keep you flush to his body, your back pressed against his chest. he presses a kiss in between your shoulder blades, letting his tongue trace lightly over the ridges of your spine.
you grind backwards against him harder, your body on fire from his kisses as he starts to suck gently at the back of your shoulder. youâre not sure if itâs hard enough to leave marks, but you kind of hope they do, because then youâd be sure this encounter wasnât a dream. what other explanation is there for the fact that youâve not only met the most handsome man youâve ever seen in your life, but that youâre currently on your hands and knees in his bed as he runs his lips over every single inch of you, waiting for him to fuck you? itâs too good to be true.
but it is true, and you know it when he pulls away to brush your hair to the side and expose more of your back for him. his fingers are still so gentle against your skin, his touch heavy but soft, and it makes you even more desperate for him.
after a while he lets go of you and leans back, taking his cock in his hand and gently tapping it against your ass. you groan and fall forward, pressing your face into the pillows and arching your hips up into the air. his hands slide down your sides, gripping your waist with a low groan as he leans forward to kiss the side of your neck again.
he finally pushes all the way into you, and it feels so good it takes your breath away for a second. you can feel your walls throbbing around him, struggling to adjust to the feeling of being so full in the best way, a way you havenât felt this strongly in so long. itâs a feeling like no other, and it makes you wonder why you ever settled for anything else before this.
his hands are all over you like he canât decide what to do first, but after a while they settle at your hips and give them an encouraging squeeze, waiting patiently for you to set the pace. finally you bring yourself to move, tipping forward to let him slide out of you just a bit before you lean back into him.
he adapts quickly to your rhythm, thrusting in and out and matching your pace, using his grip on your waist for leverage to push himself deep inside with every stroke.
âfuck,â he moans under his breath, finally breaking the silence, and with just that one sound you feel yourself starting to let go.
the words tumble out of your mouth and you ball your fists into his sheets, clinging to the bed to keep you grounded while your head is spinning. âplease, please, yesââ
everything finally hits you all at once, like a tidal wave pouring over you as you fall forward and bury your face into the pillow with a broken whimper.
âdonât stop, please,â you whine breathlessly. your words are muffled by the pillow, but you can tell heâs heard them because his grip on your hips tightens even more, slamming into you with just as much force as before and carrying you through your orgasm.
jun has to bite his lip not to sail right over the edge with you, focusing all his energy on holding himself back until he feels your body go limp all at once, the waves finally subsiding and you let out a deep, pleasured exhale. heâs so close he can practically taste it, his skin flushed and damp with sweat and his abs burning with exertion. only once heâs absolutely sure that youâve finished cumming does he let himself break, pulling out as fast as he can and wrapping his fist around his length with all the energy he has left.
he moans weakly at the loss of your tight, warm walls hugging him so perfectly, but the view as he jerks himself over you all but makes up for it. the sight of your ass pressed flush against his thighs, your lower back arched and on display like a gorgeous blank canvas, and it gives him such a rush until he canât hold on anymore.
the warm, sticky liquid hits your back and you whimper into the pillow, instinctively lifting your hips even more towards him. his cum spurts out in thick ropes, painting your skin and pooling in the little divot at the base of your spine, running down your ass until it feels like youâre soaked in it.
he finally pulls back and lets out the breath he didnât know he was holding in, groaning as he sees you sitting still on the bed with your hips in the air. you feel the bed shift with his weight as he gets up, but you donât pay any attention to it as you focus on trying to steady your breathing instead. something in your gut tells you to stay put, and sure enough, a minute later you hear the sink running and then feel the cool fabric of a damp washcloth brushing over your back.
he lays his hand on your ass and gently gives it a little squeeze to signal that heâs finished, and you finally fall over onto your side. youâre coasting on cloud nine, and everything feels both dulled and hypersensitive at the same time. the whir of the overhead fan is a little more prominent now, and the quiet drone echoes around in your brain.
âdo you need water? or do you want a snack, or something?â jun asks, and while his voice still has a touch of shakiness as heâs recovering himself, you can tell his tone is back to the gentle and polite sound youâve become used to hearing from him.
you shake your head, and he hums softly in acknowledgement as he points to the nightstand on the side of the bed closest to you. âthereâs an extra water bottle there, if you need it. i havenât opened it.â
you nod against the sheets, suddenly too tired to even think about forming words. jun climbs back onto the bed next to you, stretching out his long limbs and leaning against the headboard with a satisfied sigh.Â
you surprise yourself when your body automatically reaches out for him, curling into his body and laying your hand across his forearm like a weight keeping him close. but what surprises you even more is when he mirrors the action, scooting closer to you and letting your head rest against his stomach. your first thought is that he makes a very comfortable pillow, and you let your eyes fall shut for a moment as your breathing returns to normal, wanting to savor this moment as you collect yourself and prepare to leave.
you open your eyes what feels like minutes later, but when you reach over to check your phone you realize youâve been asleep for more than an hour. you inhale slowly and swallow, blinking a few times as the sore feeling in your hips reminds you of where you are.
instinctively, you start to panic a little. your friends are probably looking for you. you disappeared without telling anyone, and now you have to get back to your hotel and make sure you have enough time to sleep properly and get ready for the wedding in the morning. never mind that it was probably the best night youâve ever spent with another person, and never mind that your friends are probably still out partying and havenât even noticed you missing yet.
you slide off of the bed as quietly as you can, stumbling a little when your feet hit the floor. you crouch down to pick up your swimsuit off the floor and put it on, hopping on one foot as you slip each leg through the holes. it's darker outside now, but the street lamps and the moonlight shining through the sliding glass door that leads to the balcony of his hotel room are bright enough that it still feels like day. you're so focused on getting dressed and mentally running over your to-do list that you completely forget there's another person in the room until you hear his voice cutting through the silence.
âyou donât have to do that, yâknow.â
you freeze and look up, your half-buttoned dress hanging loosely from your shoulders, your cheeks burning at the realization youâve been caught.
jun swings his legs off the bed, crossing the room in a couple of strides before heâs standing in front of you. heâs wearing nothing except for the boxer shorts he threw on right before you fell asleep, and your cheeks flush even harder at the sight, despite the fact that youâve already seen much more of him than this.
it takes every ounce of restraint you have to keep your eyes from straying, locked on his face before your gaze falls quickly to the floor where your sandals are left in a heap.
you didnât mean to sneak off. but what else were you supposed to do? you hadnât meant to fall asleep and stay as long as you did, either, and now you were stuck with the awkward conversation that always comes afterwards. the inevitable hurried goodbyes and uncomfortable tension as you try to put yourself back together and leave as fast as possible.
jun takes a small step closer to you, and despite all the confidence you know he has, it feels almost⊠tentative. as if youâre meeting for the first time and he isnât sure whether or not heâs allowed to touch you yet.
there's a lingering feeling that you can't quite put your finger on yet. it's conflicting, because you know you can't stay but everything in you is screaming not to leave. maybe there's something you can do, anything you can do. is it all worth it? to turn your life around in a complete 180 for someone you barely even knowâ and yet, the last few hours that youâve spent with him have been incomparably the best of your life.
after a moment he reaches out and starts to finish buttoning your dress for you, his fingers working them back through the loops with just as much care as he did when he was taking them off earlier.
âsorry,â you manage quietly, though youâre not even really sure what youâre apologizing for. a lot of things: sorry for running away, sorry for having feelings you probably shouldnât be feeling, sorry for knowing this wonât work out despite the way you really, really wish it could.
but he just shakes his head as he finishes buttoning the last button. âi took it off. i can help you put it back on, too.â you can tell he knows what you had actually meant, but heâs ignoring it either for your sake or his. something about his words feels so easy, like all the problems in your head donât mean anything anymore. here you are, an anxious and awkward and confused mess, and there he is, smoothing out the wrinkles in your dress like itâs something heâs been doing all his life.
he adjusts the strap on your shoulder with a gentle pat, but his hands linger for a few seconds longer than they should, and you lift your eyes to meet his. âcan i kiss you again?â he asks quietly, and for some reason his choice of words sticks with you. not one final kiss, not a goodbye kiss, just again. like heâs refusing to admit this will probably be the last time youâll ever see each other.
and you nod, and his hands slide up to cup your cheeks and pull you back into his lips, just as warm and just as soft and just as familiar as the first time. thereâs something so innocent about kissing him, even in the midst of a complicated and confusing mess of emotions that makes you second guess everything. somewhere in the back of your mind you vaguely register that this is the last time youâll ever kiss him, but as long as his lips are on yours it doesnât matter. youâll figure out how to deal with all that later; for now, the only thing youâre concerned about is the way he grips your chin and pulls you even closer.
it feels like hours later when you finally pull away, letting out a slow exhale as you try to blink yourself back to reality, and you know what has to happen now. âcan you find your hotel on your own? do you want me to walk back with you?â jun asks, and you can feel the hesitancy in his voice.
âitâs not far,â you sigh quietly, turning away to slip your feet into your sandals that wait by the bed where youâd taken them off earlier. you shouldâve said yes. âbut⊠thank you.â your words hold a sincere weight to them, and itâs silent for a few seconds as you cross the room quicker than you want to.
âyou could stay,â he says finally, but his hand is already on the doorknob and you both already know the answer. you hate that you have to be the one to tell him no, even though itâs been clear from the start what the outcome would be. you give him a small shake of your head, and he pulls on the knob.Â
he stands and stares for a minute, watching you walk down the hallway and praying youâll turn around. and then you do, glancing back at him over your shoulder, and he almost allows himself to have a little bit of hope that you might come back, even though you both know you canât. when you find him still standing in the doorway your eyes light up just the slightest bit, and finally you disappear with a tiny little wave.
the door clicks shut again, and the silence that follows is louder than anything heâs heard all day.
âand you didnât even get this guyâs number?!â
you wince at the tone in jeonghanâs voice, rubbing the back of your shoulder guiltily. âhis name, either.â
âeven after the magic old lady said all that shit about soulmates?â
âshe didnât say that!â you huff. your tone rises almost defensively, although it probably has no reason to. she didnât say anything about being soulmates⊠right? âshe said something like, âkeep your eyes open for stuff around youâ. but he said he didnât even believe in it, anyway.â
a waiter carrying a tray of champagne glasses walks past, and he snags a couple of them, holding one out to you. âwell, it doesnât sound like youâre keeping your eyes open. it sounds more like your eyes are closed, actually. are you blind?â
you scowl and take the glass from him. âmy flight home is tonight, hannie. iâm not gonna see him again.â you take a sip, letting it sit in your mouth for a second before you swallow. âand besides, he said he was here for a wedding, too. he could be from anywhere in the world. it would be impossible to find him.â
âdoesnât hurt to at least try.â you both stop in front of a circular table covered in flowers, with a little placard next to one of the plates with jeonghanâs name on it. âi guess this is my table. you want me to help you look for yours?â
you shake your head, pointing to a table a little ways away. âi saw mine on the way in, itâs over there.â
âwhatever,â he hums at you, but you know heâs just teasing. âi still wouldnât blame you if you ditched and ran off to try and find him.â
ânot happening!â you call over your shoulder as you walk away, matching his playful tone. but you canât help but feel like maybe heâs right.
jun taps his fingers against the table, staring mindlessly at the bubbles floating in his glass of champagne. heâs stuck in his headâ no, thatâs not right. thatâs not the problem. youâre stuck in his head. itâs nearly a full day later and he hasnât been able to stop thinking about you, the taste of your lips, the feel of your breasts in his hands, the scent of the shampoo in your hair. if that wasnât the most perfect hookup in the history of hookups, then he doesnât wanna know what is.
he still feels bad for not even paying attention during the ceremony, because he was too busy imagining you and him up there on the altar kissing instead. god, what he wouldnât give for another kiss like that. but just like you, he knows it never wouldâve worked out, and despite the what-ifs that are chewing him up inside and the fact that he definitely, absolutely, totally wouldâve tried to make it work however large the distance was, he knows itâs probably for the better. even if it means heâs gonna spend the rest of his life pining after a girl he met on vacation for less than a single day, and heâll never even know your name.
he takes a swig of his champagne and tries to put on a cheery face. this is a wedding, after all, and he canât afford to spend all his time pouting when heâs in a beautiful city by the seaside enjoying delicious food and near perfect weather.
and then he sees you.
not really, of course, because itâs probably the champagne going to his head after chugging the majority of his glass like a frat boy at a college party. but then he blinks, and it really is you, wandering around for a second before you sit down at a table on the other side of the venue, wearing a soft blue dress thatâs even prettier than the one he saw you in yesterday.
he blinks again, not fully believing that itâs you and not just the combined effect of the alcohol and his daydreams, but youâre still there when he opens his eyes again. and he knows itâs you, because he can see the faint hickies on your back and shoulders that you clearly tried to hide with makeup but couldnât fully reach.
the chances that heâd see you againânot even that, but the chances that youâd be attending the very same wedding he wasâmust be one in a billion. maybe even more. yet there you are, picking at your nail and staring wistfully at your empty plate as you wait for the reception to start.
he stares for another minute, just to make sure youâre actually real, before he stands up and makes his way to the terrace at the back of the venue where the groom is standing next to a tower of cupcakes.
âgyu,â he greets him, âhey. are we allowed to switch tables?â
âi⊠donât think so?â mingyu hums, a little off guard by the sudden question. âi made sure we put you next to hao, butââ
âif i give you twenty bucks, can you put me at table 8 instead?â junâs eyes flicker with desperation, and he has to force himself not to look back over at you.
mingyu whines apologetically and hesitates, glancing at his bride a little ways away as she talks to a table full of guests. âshe did all this planning, jun, i canât just change everything nowâŠâ
âitâs not changing everything.â jun pulls his wallet out of his pants pocket, already rifling through the bills. âiâll make it a hundred. mingyu, please, just switch me,â he says.
the whine in junâs voice makes him pause, and he bites his lip as he considers it. on one hand, he could have his brand new wife a little bit mad at him for a while (whoâll probably forgive him the second she gets in bed with him tonight), plus get to help his friend and get an easy hundred dollars out of it. or, on the other hand⊠he could not help him, and his wife would never know, and jun would probably hate him for some unknown reason even though he doesnât think jun has a single bone in his body capable of hating anybody. the decision is easy.
mingyu takes the bills from junâs hand and stuffs them in his pocket before anyone can notice. âgo ahead,â he says, tossing his head in the direction of the table. âi donât know what it is you want, but donât let anybody see you.â
âthanks! i owe you!â jun grins and hugs him, letting out a noise almost like a squeal before he turns and dashes away.
youâre barely paying attention to the reception anymore as you sit with your chin in your hands, again mentally running over all the things you need to pack and how on earth youâre going to be able to board your flight tonight and leave everything behind. the beaches, the city⊠and him. how are you supposed to just get on a plane and get on with your life, knowing that heâs out there somewhere in the world, and youâre never going to see him again.Â
youâre trying not to sulk, but you canât help the way your mood has been sour all morning, already filled with regrets and you havenât even left yet. maybe you shouldâve skipped the wedding altogether and spent another day in his bed, wrapped up between his sheets and lying in his arms. but then the rational part of your brain reminds you that he was also in town for a wedding, so even if heâd wanted to or even been okay with doing that, he probably had other plans anyway.
youâre still trying to figure out what to do about your hopeless situation when you hear a sound close behind you. it startles you into putting a smile on your face, preparing yourself to socialize although you really arenât in the mood to.
âis this seat taken?â jun asks as he pulls out the chair to your left and sits down.
your brows furrow in confusion, trying to place the familiar voice, until you turn around and your jaw drops when you see who it belongs to.
you stare at him in shock, your eyes darting back and forth between his trying to figure out what to say. âyouâre not joshua,â is the best you can come up with as your mouth hangs open and you whip your head around to check the list of names assigned to this table. you recognize them all, yet here he is: the nameless stranger youâve fallen so helplessly in love with in so short an amount of time.
he smiles at your reaction, and itâs such a genuine smile that you know heâs feeling exactly the way you do right now. âi guess youâre right. iâm not.â he brushes the name card in front of him to the side and sets his own down in its place instead before he holds out his hand to shake. âitâs nice to meet you. iâm jun.â
you pause for a minute, staring at his hand. you canât believe this is real, you canât believe heâs real; youâd almost been able to convince yourself that the whole encounter last night was a fever dream, if you hadnât woken up in the morning with a soreness between your legs that screamed that it definitely was not a dream.
finally you reach out and take his hand, and even in that little touch you can tell it really is him, from the way your heart picks up when you feel the familiar softness of his skin and the gentle squeeze that sends goosebumps down your arm.
âitâs nice to meet you, too.â
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is it plausible to get pregnant from just words?
!! age gap (mid-20s [reader] and late 40s [gaz])
thinking about making a dating profile and setting the maximum age to 50.
your friends told you to be careful; they told you that a lot of older men are in dating apps specifically because they are looking for younger partners, and you don't have the heart to tell them that that's exactly where your preference liesâsomeone older, who's had years to be financially stable, and who you know would be able to truly spoil you.
so you tell them it's just for jokes. that you'll change it back later, you swear, but you don't. instead, you fix up your profile, putting pictures that you know were just on the right side of seductive, before gearing your hobbies as broad as possible. make them come talk to you about them; make them want to know more about you.
it was a boring run for a while. some may have appealed to you but they all lost their charm after a chat or two.
then, you come across kyle garrick, arguably the most good-looking man you've ever seen in this godforsaken app. he's almost twice your age, you note with a heavy gulp, and his pictures are... extensive.
they're too detailed, almost like a visual resume of how loaded he is.
he's got a picture in his yacht, or in some islandâin the bahamas or in the maldivesâor of him golfing with some of his buddies. he's lethally good-looking, no matter what the damn angle, and he's still so fucking buff. he's all thick armsâinked, you noteâand shallowly cut abs. he's even got that defined 'V' on his pelvis, obscured only by the unzipped wetsuit he's wearing in that one photo where he and his friends went out swimming with the fucking sharks.
of course they did.
you're so distracted by his pictures that you didn't even realize he's sent you a message.
> i've got tattoos older than you, love.
you can't even fathom how quick that made you wet, crossing your leg over the other as fervid desire blossoms in your core, before matching with mr. garrick and sending him a reply.
.
the first time kyle fucked you, you ended up in a mating press. your legs spread as far as they can with how he's got your ankles in a tight gripâhe's got you folded, exposing your wet and dripping pussy for him. exposing it for an easy fucking.
"fuckin' tight o'a cunny y'got there, pretty," he moans, his voice coming out in a rasp.
kyle's unrelenting as he pounds you, measured strokes filling you up until you feel like you're bursting, the throes of your pleasure ramping up until your ecstasy tears through, so close. so ready to break and spill overâ
"god, darlin'," he croons, his voice a measured taper like he isn't drilling you until you're all delirious. like you're not being fucked stupid. "you make the happiest sounds, don't you?"
he humps forward, rutting like he's savouring the way your walls are gripping him.
"yeah." kyle laughs. "will definitely keep you."
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The way that this is so no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream, and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carrier, against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, on the back of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce, in the pool, in the garden, bent over, in the basement, against the window, having the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, era ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffing, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan introducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, vulcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell devolving, nail biting, sweaty, TEET KICKing, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell devolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming head behavior
call it bad porno plot but blue collar simon coming to your house cuz you rang, saying you needed some plumbing done, and you, well, you didnât expect this hulking mass of a man to come greet you with an accent so thick you can feel yourself getting wet :(
he calls you maam and missusâyou say âjust miss,â with a little cough because youâre not married, and he pauses and goes, âoh, is that so?â with this little pleased smile tugging at his lips.
he checks whateverâs going on in your kitchen sink and says it might take a while, and you can barely reply to him when he begins to shrug his jacket off, leaving him in this skin-tight black shirt that literally looks so beat up with overuse but unbelievably hot on him.
âreckon little olâ me can have somethinâ to drink, maam?â he asks, crossing those thick arms over his chest, and you can barely rasp out your reply before youâre turning around to rummage around the fridge.
you donât notice the way simon eyes you down, tracing your body and barely biting a pleased hum at the sight you make, all doll and pretty, so easy to read with your blown wide eyes staring up at him with such palpable desire.
you havenât been fucked right, huh darling? probably never had a real man treat you wellâfold you over the counter, make you squirt with only fingers, yeah?
well, he thinks, rolling his shoulders and grunting his thanks to you when you give him a glass of OJ, maybe i can be that man for you, isnât that right petal?
(it takes a purposeful hit at the pipes for things to pick upâyou came running back to the kitchen with a confused yelp, and the next heâs got you on your kitchen table, legs thrown over his shoulders, and his head buried in your cunt.)
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this is EVERYTHING!!
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hello hello friends!!! are we having (springtime) fun yet? đ
thank you to everyone that responded to my little springtime fun event by sending in asks with prompts!!! i've still got a lot that i want to respond to, so as of now, this event is CLOSED. i'm going to try to get to as many prompts as i can, but may not get to all of them. if i don't get to yours, i'm still so so thankful you sent it in âĄâĄâĄ
here's everything i've written so far:
sakura blossoms are never a bad idea [jake jensen]
a delicious picnic [ransom drysdale]
the kitten and the bear [walter marshall]
waiting out the spring downpour [bucky barnes]
a beautiful spring afternoon [andy barber]
under the springtime sun [ari levinson]
a cozy little home surrounded by flowers [captain syverson]
kneeling among the spring flowers [steve rogers + bucky barnes]
pleasure among the primroses [august walker]
go frolicking in a field of flowers [steve rogers]
a steamy springtime morning [curtis everett]
ruining a perfect springtime date [lloyd hansen]
undone by a pretty spring sundress [andy barber]
a delicious end to a delightful spring day [nick fowler]
tempting fate in the park [bucky barnes]
first-time plant parents [ari levinson]
morning cuddling with the love of your life [captain syverson]
cooped up on a nice spring day [lloyd hansen]
getting what you want on a rainy spring afternoon [bucky barnes]
can't resist a dare [ransom drysdale]
that secret place in the garden [ari levinson]
dreaming of a rainy spring morning [andy barber]
a scheme on a spring day [ransom drysdale]
a fruitful afternoon in the strawberry field [ari levinson]
everything for this event can be found under the tag #witchywithwhiskey's springtime fun on my blog
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Choi Seungcheol
Yoon Jeonghan
Hong Joshua
Wen Junhui
Kwon Soonyoung
Jeon Wonwoo
Lee Jihoon
Xu Minghao
Kim Mingyu
Lee Seokmin
Boo Seungkwan
Chwe Vernon
Lee Chan
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GASP GASPPPPPPP GASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSP
cw: gun play, throat fucking with a gun im sorry, simon coming untouched, masturbation (reader) I NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT OF MY BRAIN SO unedited
simon with a gun kink that he's kept hidden would be crazy.
imagine ur big, beefy husband coming home after a long deployment. he's tense, his fists are clenched tight and it's clear he's got a ton of steam he needs to blow off.
at first, you expect a normal night together of him plowing you into the mattress so hard that the bed creaks and hits the wall with every thrust. the kind of fucking that leaves you trembling for 15 minutes after you've finished and cleaned up. the kind that has him pulling you into his arms to soothe and coo at.
but something is different this time.
he starts removing his gear one by one as usual but instead of removing the holster with his gun and safely placing it down, he unholsters the gun completely.
you're watching with bated breath as he unloads the weapon, carefully pulling it back and peering into the chamber. you're watching his hands move, admiring how strong his fingers are and how the veins in his hands bulge out with every movement
you deviously excited by the time he approaches you -- the gun still in his hand.
he brings it up, placing the nozzle against your chin, finger hovering off the the trigger. but you know how well-trained he is -- how good he is at his job. you know that he could have that finger on the trigger in a milisecond, faster than you would even be able to comprehend.
"open," he orders, a voice that sends shivers down your spine. it's firm, rough, authoritative. it's a tone you imagine he uses when he's on the field.
soliders bow to his every whim and you're no better. but unlike those who are trained to obey him because it's their job -- you obey him because you know if you do, you'll get the sweetest reward in the world; that thick, full cock still hidden in his pants.
your panties are already wet and sticky and your brainâs already feeling fuzzy by the time you open your mouth.Â
the shock of cold is the first thing you recognize followed by the tang of metal as the weapon settles on your tongue. your lashes flutter as you look up at your husband, face still obscured by his balaclava but his pretty, brown eyes burn holes into you nevertheless.
he slowly and carefully slides the gun deeper into your mouth until it presses against the back of your throat and you involuntarily gag. a groan rips from his cheeks as he watches the tears gather on your lashline.
"that's it, pretty," he coos, "bet you wish that was my cock huh?" you nod your head as best you can with the weapon lodged in your throat, "maybe i'll give it to you if you put on a real nice show for me."
his words take a moment to register in your fuzzy brain but once they do, your hand is flying down between your legs at record speed. you slip it beneath the band of your panties, barely lifting his shirt that you're wearing out of the way so you can finally find relief in the ache that has settled in your cunt.
your folds are wet and sticky as they part around your fingers and you struggle to swallow around the gun in your mouth. there's no give to the metal and drool begins to dribble down your shin in long, thin strings.
simon's cock is hard, heavy and leaking against his thigh. this has been one of his best kept secrets, to watch you submit to his gun -- to the weapon he has used to murder countless people with.
and here you were, doing as you're told, throating his gun while you play with your pretty cunt. he can hear how wet you are, can see the way you desperately hump your own hand trying to get your fingers deeper and deeper. but they'll never feel as good as his, you both know this.
so all you can do is tearfully look up at him through clumped lashes as you choke and gag on the gun he continues to keep stuffed down your throat.
his cock throbs at the thought of being where his weapon is now. he envies it.
you mutter something, muffled and incomprehensible but he knows what you're saying. he can see the way your pupils blow out, hear the way your breathing grows erratic and choppy. you're trembling and breathless, messily jerking your hips into your own hand as you desperately look up at him -- begging for anything to push you over the edge.
his finger finally lands on the trigger of his gun and he sees your eyes widen but the desperate, teary look you give him only tells him more of what you need.
there's a muted, empty click when he pulls the trigger. the gun is empty, you both know this -- but it sends you over the edge anyway.
simons cock twitches and twitches, balls tight and heavy before he's spurting his load down his thigh at the sight of you cumming on your own fingers and moaning around his gun.
the hand holding the weapon trembles as he cums untouched at the entire scene. you pull your head back, gasping for air before pulling your hand out of your panties.
simon lurches forward, you don't even have time to react before he's taking the sticky, messy, cum-covered fingers into his mouth.
he's on top of you, pressing you down beneath his weight, the gun tossed and forgotten on the bed because now all he can think about is fucking you into the mattress. <3
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Take Trouble, Make It Double
Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~4.7k | Pairing: csc x f!reader x yjh | Genre: smut, threesome, romance, college au, frat bros!cheol and jeonghan
Summary: Itâs not every day you get to fuck your campus crush and your no longer ex-boyfriend, and youâre going to make the most of it.Â
Warnings: mention of alcohol, threesome, petnames (good girl, angel, sweetheart, baby), biting/marking, fingering, multiple orgasms, double penetration in one hole, double creampie, cheol doesnât have abs, implied poly ending
Reader Notes: has a vagina and breasts, referred to as a girl, in a sorority, cums easily, gets lifted by cheol
Shit, you are not drunk enough for a frat party of this magnitude.
Unfortunately, considering that youâre volunteering early tomorrow and it would be hell if you were hungover, you donât think youâll drink anymore. Guys wonât stop asking if they can get you another drink and youâre getting tired of saying no, so you decide to head to the kitchen to refill your cup with soda. That should get them off your back, and you need a bit of an energy boost to withstand this party. Youâre crossing the crowded living room to get to the kitchen when you spot Jeonghan and feel your heart stop.Â
Fuck, youâre in trouble.Â
You slept with him a week ago, and tonight, you were thinking of trying to hook up with him again.Â
It was⊠transcendental for you, and you hope it was just as good for him. You wouldnât know, because he never called. Sure, he doesnât have your number, but considering your sorority house is neighboring his frat house, it wouldnât have been hard for him to obtain it. If he wanted to, that is.Â
You can only assume he didnât, which puts a bit of a dent in your plans (and in your heart). You look away from him quickly, walking faster when you notice him push off of the wall heâs leaning against, his eyes on you and his mouth open like heâs about to call out your name.Â
You enter the oddly empty kitchen before he can, and youâre in the process of digging through the cooler for a bottle of coke when he appears next to you. You feel him before you see him, one of his hands touching your elbow and offering you a soda from the fridge. How he knew what you wanted, you donât know.Â
âHey,â he breathes, looking at you with slightly apprehensive eyes, like heâs not sure how heâll be received.Â
You take in a deep breath and force a smile, trying to appear unaffected. âHey, Jeonghan.â
âIâm glad youâre here, Iâve really been wanting to talk to you,â he says, his hand slipping down from your elbow to tangle his fingers with yours.Â
âI live right next door,â you remind him, pulling away to open the bottle and turning from him to fill your cup.Â
Out of your view, he bites his lip, cringing at the little bit of hurt that seeps through your mask.Â
âI know, and Iâm sorry I didnât reach out. There are⊠reasons. But still, you didnât deserve that.â
âCan you tell me the reasons?â You ask curiously, already having accepted his apology in your mind. He sounded sincere, and fuck, you still want him.Â
âThey involve someone else, and I donât want to-â
âHe didnât ask you out because I told him I wanted to,â a voice sounds from the doorway, making you jump and look over.Â
Your eyes widen when you see who the voice belongs to, your heart pounding at the sight of Seungcheol. You dated in freshman year and he was your first real love, and when he broke up with you, you were devastated.Â
He said he was too busy between the fraternity and rugby practice and classes, and while you believed him, you knew that no matter how busy you were, youâd still want to be with him. Youâve managed to avoid him till now, always going to different frats for parties and tailgates, until last week, of course.Â
Some of your younger sisters begged you to go, saying they were scared to attend without you, and your protective side kicked in much to your detriment.Â
Because at that party, you met Jeonghan, and slept with someone for the first time since Seungcheol, who wasnât in attendance (thank fucking God).Â
You donât know how to respond, too many thoughts swirling around your head to make sense of anything. You obviously knew they were brothers, but you didnât realize they were close or you wouldnât have agreed to go to Jeonghanâs room.Â
Jeonghan must not have known youâre Cheolâs ex; if he did, you doubt he would have asked you in the first place. And now apparently Seungcheol wants you again, but Jeonghan wants you too?Â
Are you supposed to choose between them orâŠ?Â
You always said youâd never take Seungcheol back after he hurt you like that, but now youâre reconsidering. Because heâs here before you, and you still love him like you used to.Â
There are still your growing feelings for Jeonghan to consider though, and suddenly being in this empty kitchen with just the two of them is stifling.Â
Seungcheol can read you still, comes closer to you on steady feet with sincere eyes, and says, âI never should have broken up with you. I should have held onto you and never let go, but I didnât, and now itâs probably too late. It would be selfish of me to ask you out now, when I know my best friend could treat you better than I ever did.â
He sounds resigned, and you look to Jeonghan, whoâs staring at him with a grateful, melancholy gaze. The ache in your chest is so sharp, your eyes water, and you look back and forth between them hopelessly.Â
âI guess I canât have you both, can I?â You murmur, slumping against the counter and crossing your arms to hold yourself together.Â
Their gazes snap to each other and they communicate soundlessly, with gestures and eyebrows and widening eyes, before turning to you and saying, âWhat if you could?â
You weave through the dancing, drunk crowd, one of your hands caught in Jeonghanâs and the other held by Seungcheol. Your heart is racing and your panties are wet, but youâre doing your absolute best to seem unaffected by the idea of what youâre about to do.
Itâs a bit nerve wracking, the concept of two men at once, but youâve been through sorority recruitment in the blazing heat so youâre pretty sure you can handle anything.Â
Some of your sisters would disapprove of this but most would be cheering you on, and through the flashing lights and writhing bodies, you spot your best friend giving you a wide smile and a thumbs up. Thatâs enough to bolster you, and you hold your head high as you follow Jeonghan to the room he apparently shares with Seungcheol.Â
Jeonghan opens the door and ushers you inside, waiting for Seungcheol to cross the threshold and entering behind him, closing the door with a resounding click and muffling the roaring party.Â
They close in on you quickly, one set of hands pulling your top off and the other unbuttoning and tugging down your jeans, leaving you standing in your bra and underwear between them. You can feel Seungcheolâs breath on the back of your neck as he leans in to lay kisses along the line of your shoulder, and Jeonghan gives you an easy grin before cupping your face and drawing you into an open mouthed kiss.Â
They both know how you like to be touched, and they donât hesitate to use that knowledge to their advantage. Seungcheolâs hand slides over your stomach and slips into your panties, his fingers gliding through your folds with how wet you already are. He presses his smug grin into your throat, whispers, âWant us that badly, huh?â
You flush from head to toe, suddenly shy, and gasp into Jeonghanâs mouth when Seungcheol finds your clit. He rubs it with the pads of his fingers slowly, gently, knowing you need some time to adjust to the sensation of someone else touching you.Â
Jeonghan unclasps your bra with practiced fingers, pulling it down your arms and off before covering your tits with his soft hands. He squeezes them, brushes his thumbs back and forth over your nipples until theyâre hard, until youâre pressing your chest into his hands.Â
Seungcheol is still rubbing your clit, but his circles are firmer now, more insistent, and you just know heâs going to make you cum like this, know theyâre going to make you cum like this.Â
They work together to work you up, two of Seungcheolâs fingers sinking into you as Jeonghan breaks the kiss and leans down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. When Seungcheolâs fingertips curl into the patch of nerves inside you, you let out a rough gasp, wilting against his chest as his thumb presses into your clit.Â
Jeonghan just breathes a soft laugh, following you and grasping one of your hips with his free hand to hold you steady, to hold you still as you start to climb that mountain. Youâre already throbbing, already clenching around Seungcheolâs fingers, and when he starts to fuck you with them, you feel yourself get even wetter. He adds a third and hooks them all into your g-spot as he digs his hips into you, the feeling of his hard cock making you hotter.Â
His thumb catches your clit at just the right angle and you start to flutter around his fingers, your pussy locking down on them as Jeonghan bites a stinging mark into the side of your breast. You whimper weakly, resting more of your weight on Seungcheol and knowing he can take it as you break apart between them.Â
âThere we go, good girl,â Seungcheol murmurs roughly into your neck, one strong arm banding around your waist to hold you to him as you shake and whine and squeeze his fingers. Jeonghan pulls away from your tits to find your lips again, swallowing your sounds and sucking at your tongue as he presses his hard dick against you, moaning lowly into your mouth.Â
A shiver wracks through you when Seungcheol grinds his fingers into your g-spot again, before youâve come down from the first orgasm. You remember how many times he used to make you cum when you were together and swallow nervously, attempting to prepare yourself for his particular brand of overstimulation.Â
Jeonghan, on the other hand, ate you out so gently for so long, itâs like you had one continuous, never ending, nearly lethal orgasm. Itâll be interesting to see how their styles combine, and as Seungcheol brings you right back to the edge, you vow to yourself that youâll take whatever they give you.Â
Itâs not every day you get to fuck your campus crush and your no longer ex-boyfriend, and youâre going to make the most of it.Â
Which means that when Seungcheol whispers, âAgain, I want you to cum again,â and Jeonghan mumbles, âCâmon, sweetheart, cum for us,â you listen. Your cunt clamps down and your back arches and your voice wavers as you fall to pieces again.
Itâs scary almost, how they can make you cum on command, but you revel in it too, revel in the fact that they know you that well. That with just a few words, they can push you over the edge.Â
And hell, you revel in the fact that they want to push you over the edge, that they want you.Â
It makes you so wet, you can hear Seungcheol fucking you with his fingers, slick sounds and squelches following every thrust and curl. You know they can hear it too and your cheeks heat, though youâre pretty sure they like it if their labored breathing and hard dicks say anything.Â
Youâre starting to get sensitive but you wonât stop him, not when Jeonghan slides his hand under Seungcheolâs and knocks his thumb away from your clit so he can swirl circles with his soft fingertips. The stark difference in how they touch you is exhilarating, Seungcheolâs rough fingers inside you combined with Jeonghanâs gentle touch making you cry out.Â
You can barely hold yourself up but Seungcheol is strong enough to keep you standing, even as your knees weaken and you slump back against him. Jeonghan doesnât follow you this time, just keeps circling your clit and watches as you shake and moan and gush for them, a slight smirk curling his lips as he slips his hand down and works two of his slim fingers inside you alongside Seungcheolâs thick three.Â
The fullness is more than anything youâve ever felt. It takes your breath away, saps every last bit of strength from you until their hands on you (and in you) are the only things holding you up. You canât even make a sound, youâre so overwhelmed, and Jeonghan takes a second to lean in close and ask, âYou okay, angel? Is it too much?âÂ
You can only shake your head, your eyes squeezed shut and your chest heaving as you gasp for air. He starts to pull his fingers out and your hand flies to his wrist, keeping his hand from drawing away. You realize he thinks you were answering the first question, and you force out, âIâm okay. Sânot too much.â
He exhales in relief, sinking his fingers back in and saying, âWhat if we fucked you like this? Both of us in this sweet little cunt. Would you like that, sweetheart?â
âDo you think you could take it?â Seungcheol chimes in, sounding worried and doubtful, as if theyâre not currently five fucking fingers deep.Â
The words are flowing out of your mouth before youâve even finished thinking about it.Â
âYes, I can, I want it so fucking bad. Please, I want you both inside of me,â you whimper, one hand clutching Jeonghanâs wrist and the other gripping Seungcheolâs forearm to keep them close to you, though you know theyâll have to pull away if you want their dicks.Â
âIf youâre sure, sweetheart,â Seungcheol whispers into your throat before pressing a tender kiss to your sensitive skin, his plump lips whisper soft against you.Â
âIâm sure,â you whine as you force yourself to let go of their arms, allowing them to withdraw from you. They carry lead you over to one of their twin beds, and for the first time tonight, they seem a little bashful.Â
âSorry itâs so small, the guys would riot if we got double beds and they got singles,â Seungcheol grimaces, helping you take your panties off and lay down before tugging off his shirt. Jeonghan follows suit and you sigh dreamily, watching as they reveal more and more skin. Youâre rubbing your legs together by the time theyâre done, your eyes darting between them so you can get your fill of both.Â
Seungcheolâs cock is long, thick, with veins wrapped around the length like vines, and Jeonghanâs is slightly longer, just a bit slimmer, and curved up. Immediately, you know you want to keep Jeonghan in the front, your pussy aching at the memory of the way he could grind the head of his cock into your g-spot. You like feeling Seungcheolâs buff body behind you anyway, like feeling his firm muscles and his soft tummy and his thick thighs, so this really is the best of both worlds.Â
They smile like they know what youâre thinking, and you start to wonder if they do when they join you on the bed and begin maneuvering you. Seungcheol pulls you up by the hands and to the edge of the bed so Jeonghan can lay down in your place, and you feel their hands steady you as you climb astride him, Seungcheol following you.Â
Jeonghan lets go to hold his cock in place for you, guiding it to your entrance and watching as you sink down onto him. He lets out a shuddering breath, his eyelids fluttering and his mouth opening on a low moan at the sensation of your hot, wet cunt enveloping his cock. Youâre similarly affected, the perfect curve of his dick making your eyes water and your pussy clench.Â
âYou should be stretched out enough to take me too, but I think Jeonghan should fuck you first just to make sure. Not for too long though, I need you so fucking bad,â Seungcheol says, his voice rough and his hands tight on your hips. He must sense your inability to move, because he does the moving for you, lifting you nearly off Jeonghanâs cock and letting you fall back down as Jeonghan thrusts up.Â
A punched out moan escapes your parted lips at the feeling of their hands on you, of Jeonghan filling you, of Seungcheol moving you like a doll. You think about having both of them at the same time, and know you just canât wait.Â
âWant you now, Cheol,â you gasp, reaching back to find his hip and attempting to pull him to you, though heâs too strong for you to move him much.Â
âBaby, I donât know, I donât want to hurt you,â heâs obviously hesitant, and you donât want to push him past his comfort levels but fuck, you want him so bad.Â
âI can take it, Cheol, I can take you, I promise,â you gasp, already on the verge of begging and nearly on the verge of tears too. âPlease, youâve made me wait long enough.â
Thatâs the final nail in the coffin, and Seungcheol sighs with resignation as he takes hold of his dick and guides it between your legs. âOkay, sweetheart, okay, but if itâs too much, all you have to do is tell us.â
You nod fervently and lean down, draping yourself over Jeonghan so Seungcheol has a better angle. You can hear the deep breath he takes before he hooks one finger inside you alongside Jeonghanâs cock, then two fingers, then three, before pulling them out and finally replacing them with his dick.Â
When he starts to push inside, the sensation steals every last molecule of oxygen in your lungs, leaving you entirely breathless. Itâs a good thing youâre resting on Jeonghanâs chest because youâre dizzy, lightheaded, dazed at the stretch you feel.Â
Seungcheol goes so slowly youâve regained your breath by the time heâs fully inside of you, though your chest still feels tight with your pussy at its absolute limit. Â
It occurs to you that youâll never take more than this, that this is the fullest youâve ever been, ever will be, and you feel a rush of arousal gather around the bases of their cocks, your cunt too tight for much to escape. Seungcheol and Jeonghan have been grunting and groaning with pleasure (or restraint), but when you flood them and squeeze them, they both let out the most delicious whimpers.Â
âAre you-âÂ
âYes, move,â you moan, not even registering who asked you, your eyes clenched shut and your thighs trembling as you wait.Â
Jeonghan moves first, shoving just a bit deeper inside of you before pulling his hips back and sliding in again. Youâre wet enough his dick glides against Seungcheolâs, and when he starts to fuck you too, you find yourself in a state of ecstasy so sharp, it nearly hurts. They take a few thrusts to find their rhythm, but eventually they do, and itâs almost more than you can take.Â
Youâll never ask them to stop though, never want them to stop. You just need them to fuck you like this forever, fuck you and fill you and keep you. Because you want to be kept by them, and you want them to want to keep you.Â
You canât stop whimpering, your moans blending together until theyâre endless, dotted by gasps and sharp cries. Seungcheol and Jeonghan are making noise too, and if you were lucid enough, youâd hope the music outside is loud enough to cover the obvious sounds of sex.Â
As it is, you can only lay there and feel each impact of Seungcheolâs and Jeonghanâs hips against yours, every thrust from Seungcheol pushing you into Jeonghan and every thrust from Jeonghan pushing you into Seungcheol. Until Seungcheol wraps his arms around your neck and waist and pulls you up into his body.Â
The change in angle makes you cry out, as does the big hand he places on your throat. He doesnât squeeze, just leaves it there like he knows you like as he and Jeonghan begin moving in unison. Seungcheol holds you in place so they can thrust up into you, and the feeling of them filling you together is somehow even better than them alternating.Â
Jeonghanâs eyes trail over your body, his hands following them down down down until one catches on your hip and the other slips between your thighs. When his delicate fingers find your swollen, sensitive clit, you yelp, your hips jolting into them and away as he rubs steady, insistent circles.Â
He must be getting close if heâs trying to make you cum, and you can tell by Seungcheolâs sounds and leaking dick that heâs getting close too. Youâre almost scared of it, scared of the tidal wave of pleasure that will overtake you when itâs already almost too much, but you know that if they want you to break for them, you will.Â
Seungcheol starts sucking marks into the side of your neck, and Jeonghan forces out in a trembling voice, âYou gonna cum for us again, angel? Last one, I promise. Just be good for us one last time, please.âÂ
âCum, sweetheart, I know you can,â Seungcheol encourages you through gritted teeth.Â
And God, you want to be good for them, you want to be Jeonghanâs angel and Seungcheolâs sweetheart, so when you feel it start to build up deep inside, you donât fight it. You let the stinging bliss coil tighter and tighter in your belly until it shatters, taking you apart at the seams. Your walls clamp down and you nearly force them from you, but they thrust in deep and stay as you cum so hard, you lose all sense of time and space and matter.Â
The only tethers you have to this plane of existence are Seungcheol and Jeonghan, and they hold you up and hold you together as you try to swim through the stars in your eyes. You force yourself to wake up when you hear the tell-tale noises of their approaching highs, wanting to be fully present for the moment they fill you.Â
Jeonghan and Seungcheol are the only men youâve ever let cum inside you, and you canât wait to feel that again, to feel them again. Itâll be different this time, you know, will probably alter your brain chemistry and the trajectory of your life, but youâre ready.Â
âCum for me, I want to feel you both filling me up, please,â you whine, nearly shaking in Seungcheolâs arms out of anticipation. Jeonghanâs face crumples in pleasure, Seungcheol lets out the hottest little whimper youâve ever heard, and they break together, flooding you with so much cum, you think youâll burst.Â
Their hands grip you tight but you donât care, wouldnât mind waking tomorrow to sore spots and lingering reminders of the night you shared with them, of probably the best night of your life. Seungcheolâs hand drops from your neck to wrap around your waist, pulling you into a sweet, soft hug before letting go and slowly lowering you back onto Jeonghanâs chest.Â
Jeonghanâs smile is dazed, satiated, satisfied, and he drops it to pout at you expectantly, his eyes hazy and his hand gentling on your hip. You lean in and press your lips to his, humming into his mouth when he swipes his tongue over your bottom lip. He doesnât deepen the kiss much, eventually tapering off into little pecks and smooches that he dots all over your face.Â
âReady for us to pull out?â Seungcheol asks gently, rubbing your back with his big, rugby-rough hands.Â
You nod and breathe, âGo one at a time, please,â bracing yourself for the approaching emptiness and attempting to push off the thoughts and fears of what will happen after this.Â
Seungcheol withdraws first, pulling his hips from yours and dragging his softening cock out of your still fluttering pussy before climbing off the bed and heading to his closet. Itâs almost odd to just feel Jeonghan inside of you, and you know itâll feel even weirder not to feel either of them. Youâll just be you again, not you and Seungcheol and Jeonghan, and you canât say youâre excited.Â
It must show on your face because Jeonghan cups your cheeks, presses a quick kiss to your lips, and whispers, âEverything will be okay, I promise.âÂ
âSo do I,â Seungcheol murmurs as he approaches with a towel in hand.Â
He holds your hips up so Jeonghan can pull out, a surge of cum following his exit now that thereâs nothing keeping it inside. Seungcheol catches it with the towel, wiping at your thighs and dabbing gently at your stretched, sore pussy.Â
Jeonghan passes a hand over your hair and waits until youâre as clean as you can get before tilting to the side and carefully sliding out from under you, disappearing from view. You try not to feel lonely without them in bed with you, try to remind yourself that thereâs no way this could work, try to steel yourself as you imagine stumbling out of their door and making your way through the party back to your own house.Â
You hope theyâll walk you home at least, maybe give you a kiss goodbye before never calling you again, just like before.Â
Jeonghan returns clothed in pajamas with a bottle of water from their mini fridge, cracking it open and handing it to you with waiting eyes. You take a sip and he grins, so you take another, realizing how parched you are and practically gulping the whole thing down in one go.Â
âGood girl,â he says, taking the empty bottle from you and smirking at the way your eyes snap to his. âWhat? I wanted to try it out too. Did you like it?âÂ
âYes,â you answer honestly, both because you donât see a point in lying and because youâre loosened up from however many orgasms they gave you.Â
âGood,â he smiles easily, leaning down to kiss you softly. âI like it too.â
Seungcheol sits heavily on the bed next to you, dressed in boxers and a shirt you recognize as one you bought for him, a band tee thatâs just a bit too big on him. Itâs much thinner than you remember, worn in the shoulders and holey along the hem, and it makes you smile to think heâs been wearing it all this time.Â
âWe have a lot to talk about, a lot to figure out, but I think for now, we should just push the beds together and go the fuck to sleep,â he suggests tiredly, taking your hand in both of his and giving it a loving squeeze.Â
Jeonghan nods and points to a door, âWe do have our own bathroom, so you can take a shower while we rearrange the room, angel.âÂ
They want you to⊠stay? The party seems to be dying down, it would be easy enough for them to slip you out without too many eyes, but it seems that thought hasnât even crossed their minds. You try to contain the beam but it stretches your lips anyway, a rush of giddiness giving you enough energy to stand on your shaky legs and start to limp over to the bathroom.Â
They stand with you, Jeonghan speeding ahead to turn the shower on and Seungcheol reaching out to open the door for you, pressing his warm hand to your lower back as you pass him. Jeonghan presses a kiss to your lips and hands you a towel, reaching his hand into the shower stall and saying, âShould be warm enough for you. Weâll see you soon?âÂ
You smile a watery smile and respond, âSee you soon,â as he exits the bathroom, leaving you with Seungcheol. He brings you into another hug, swaying you like he used to and pressing a kiss to your hair before reluctantly letting you go, holding his hand out to steady you as you climb into the shower. The corners of his mouth quirk up fondly when you refuse to let go, and he pulls your hand up to his mouth to kiss the back of it.Â
âDonât worry, baby, Iâll be waiting for you. Weâll be waiting for you.âÂ
He seals his promise with one last kiss before tugging the shower curtain between you and padding away on quiet feet.Â
Somehow, you really do think everything will be okay.
AN: this was suggested by an anon and i am eternally grateful bc woooie do i love frat/college aus and jeongcheol
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I AM IN LOVEEEEEE
There Are 15 People in This House, Youâre the Only One Who Has to Make Trouble
summary - Your job was simple: write a heartwarming article about the selfless firefighters who are working around the clock instead of celebrating the holidays. You thought it would be easy, firefighters are supposed to be friendly, right? Well the fire captain who's had it out for you since the day that you started certainly isn't. When he's not undermining you at every turn, he's making your life a living hell and downright ruining your Christmas. All because he caught you from falling out of a tree one time!
warnings - firefighter au, language, enemies to lovers (I tried), firefighting inaccuracies, mentions of guns, mentions of arson, there's a fire, mentions of toxic family, age gap though it's not really specified, a little suggestive, Bradley is 6'6" because I said so
word count - 14.2k
this fic is part of @sailor-aviator christmas challenge, be sure to check out what everyone else has written and I hope you enjoy!
the christmas fics
âHoney, I donât thinkââÂ
âDonât worry, Mrs. Layford,â you wave off the older woman as you move to unbutton your coat. âHere, hold this please.â She takes your purse from you apprehensively, still wary as you set your coat on the ground and start sizing up the tree in front of you.
Mrs. Layford wets her lips against the chill of the morning air, trying again to deter you when you wrap your hand around one of the low branches. âIâve already called the fire department, honey. They said theyâre on their way.â
With a soft grunt, you hoist yourself up onto the lowest branch of the tree, peering through the snow covered foliage to catch sight of your target. Mittens, the slightly pudgy (though youâd never say it to his faceâor Mrs. Layfordâs) orange tabby, clings to one of the branches, letting out distressed meows every few seconds. He has a habit of getting stuck in treesâhence why Mrs. Layford knows most of the firefighters by nameâand as the neighbor she often came to for help with things like the wifi and the apartment upstairs that plays their music too loud, you felt it was your civic duty to rescue Mittens on this snowy morning.
âHey, buddy,â you call out to him softly before turning back to call down to Mrs. Layford. âIâll have him out before they even get here, donât worry.â
Letting go of the tree with one hand, you move to unwrap your scarf from around your neck, balancing around the rough bark of the trunk. You certainly have a hole in your tights and this was not the best activity to do in a skirt, but you shuffle along the trunk anyway and now, if you outstretch your hand all the way, you can reach the tips of Mittensâ puffed out fur.
âOh, thank goodness!â You hear the relieved voice of Mrs. Layford, but youâre too busy trying to maneuver your scarf around Mittensâ plump middle that you donât look down. âMy neighborâs trying to get him now butâŠâ
Whatever sheâs saying dies off and suddenly you hear heavy footsteps approaching the tree. A gruff voice clears its throat. âMaâam, Iâm going to need you to get down from there.â
You wrinkle your nose. Maâam? Youâre 27. Thatâs hardly an age that people start calling you âmaâamâ. In fact, you donât think youâve ever been called maâam in your life. âMissâ maybe, but never âmaâamâââmademoiselleâ that one time you went to Montreal on a work trip.
âMaâamââ
âHold on, hold on! I almost got him.â You interrupt the man who is terrible at estimating ages, finally wrapping your scarf around Mittens.
Carrying a cat in a scarf is a two handed job, and a cat as heavy as Mittens had no trouble throwing off your balance. You suppose you should have thought more of this throughâif you were holding Mittens, it meant that you werenât holding the tree and your thighs are not quite secure nor strong enough to keep you attached to the bark. A shriek leaves your lips and you hold Mittens to your chest as you suddenly lose your footing on the branch and feel yourself falling backwards off the tree.
Closing your eyes tight, you prepare for the impact of hitting either icy dirt or concrete sidewalk, but feel neither when you land in secure arms and a solid chest, the scent of cedar and smoke almost overpowering your senses.Â
Blinking your eyes open, you collect your bearings and find yourself face to face with a well groomed mustache thatâs twitching in agitation. Before he can say anything, Mrs. Layford is rushing over to you with a worried expression pinching her features.
You unwrap your scarf quickly, holding out an unharmed Mittens to hand over. âHeâs okay,â you assure her. âNot a scratch on him.â
Mrs. Layford lets out a breath of relief, holding the cat close to her chest before turning her attention to the man still holding you. âThank you, Bradley.â
âWhat? I saved him! Donât I deserve a thank you?â You squawk in offense.
âWell, he saved you both,â Mrs. Layford glares at you with a look that tells you that you donât want to keep arguing with her. Her face softens when she turns back to yourâallegedâsavior. âIâm sorry for any trouble weâve caused, Iâll bring some cookies over to the station for you and the boys.â
âNo need.â You feel his words vibrate in his chest, sending tingles along your arm. âHappy to be of service.â He lifts you suddenly, as if to gesture to you, and you let out a squeak of surprise, clinging to his compact, black t-shirt. âIâm just gonna check her for any injuries and be on my way. Why donât you and Mittens go inside where itâs warm.â
Mrs. Layford does just that, with one last goodbye, and you watch her make her way back into your apartment building with one last glance back at you. Finally, the firefighter sets you back down on your own two feet, crossing his very large arms as he scans you up and down. You canât help but fidget under his stare even though you know heâs only making sure youâre okay.
âDo you usually have this much disregard for your own life, maâam?â He asks finally.
You scoff. âI wouldnât have died from a fall from that height. And donât call me maâam.â
âYes, you could have. You were falling backwardsâhead first at thatâif you had landed on your neck wrong, this could have been a whole different story,â the firefighter narrows his eyes cockily, like heâs beaten you somehow by being more right than you. âAnd what should I call you then? Kitty? âCause those are the only things I save from trees.â He smirks when your jaw drops at his audacity.
âExcuse me? I was saving a kitty. You were just standing thereââ
âJust standing there?â He drops his cool guy persona to look at you incredulously. âI saved you from serious injury!â
âHa! So you admit I wouldnât have died!â
The firefighterâs mouth snaps shut when you point a finger at him. You watch his jaw clench and then he rolls his eyes.
âWell as delightful as this has been, Iâm going to be late,â you smile at him sweetly as you bend down to grab your coat, much more smug now that youâve finally silenced the man in front of you. âGosh, I hope the firefighters I have to interview are as heroic and charming as you.â You shove your arms through your jacket before shooting him another look. âAm I free to go?â
âYou know whatââ The firefighter looks like heâs going to start another lecture, before his features falter and he pauses. âDid you say youâre interviewing firefighters?â
âYeah, Iâm writing an article for the paper. For the holidays and all that,â you pause from buttoning your coat, fingers stilling on one of the large, black buttons.
âYou walking?â He questions.
You give him a weird look. â...Yeah?â
He looks at you for a moment and then lets out a deep sigh. âCome with me.â
âExcuse me? Iâm not going anywhere with you.â
âWell, you might as well.â With that, he starts walking away from you, not even giving you the decency of facing you as he continues his sentence. âWeâre going the same place, kitty.â
âSoâŠâ You tap your fingers along the wooden stool below you, drawing out the word as you watch the man in front of you clean up things around the station. âBradley Bradshaw, huh?â
âFire Captain Bradley Bradshaw.â He corrects.
You hold back an eye roll, lifting your pen to jot something down on your notepad. âRight.â
âWhat are you writing?â Bradley stops suddenly, marching over to you and ripping your notepad from you before you can protest. He reads over the few words you have scribbled and narrows his eyes. âI do not have an authority kink. And I highly doubt your article is supposed to be about my sex life.â
You shrug, plucking the notepad back from him. âIâm just writing what I see.â Hoping down from the stool, you give him another sickeningly sweet smile. âMaybe if you actually gave me an interview, I wouldnât have to rely on my people reading skills.â
âI already told you, I already have a guy thatâll give you an interview. He eats this press shit up.â Again Bradley seems to have no regard for face-to-face conversations as heâs already walking away from you.
Youâre borderline running to keep up with him. âAnd I already told you that my assignment is to follow you guys around for a week, Iâm going to need more than one interview.â
âAlright, fine.â Bradley stops suddenly and you nearly trip over your own feet to stop from bumping into him. âYou want an interview? Hereâs an interview. Iâm a firefighter, I fight fires. Sometimes I catch careless girls from falling out of treesâitâs not really my job, but I like to give back to the community.â He shrugs sarcastically. âWhen Iâm not putting out fires, I wait here until someone calls me to put out a fire, and then I do. That good enough for you?â
You ignore his not so subtle dig at you in favor of jotting down notes. This is probably the most youâre gonna get with him, so you might as well take advantage of it. âAre you sad you wonât be getting time off for the holidays?â
âNo, Iâm not. I donât really celebrate, so I donât care that much.â Bradley crosses his arms.
âUh-huh,â you nod, still looking at your notepad. âAnd when will you be accepting your award from People Magazine for Grumpiest Man of the Year?â
âWhen will Iââ When Bradley processes your words, his jaw clenches and youâre suddenly aware of your height difference as he towers over you menacingly. âOh, youâre real funny, kitty. Look, in case I havenât made it clear, I donât like you. And if I had it my way, you wouldnât be here at all, so let me make this easy for you. Stay out of my way.â
The two of you stare at each other and you note how tense Bradleyâs shoulders are. He looks like one of those bulls in the bullfighting rings that chase after the red capes. You read once that it isnât the color red that sets off the bull, but actually the movement of the cape and if youâre the red cape in this scenario then you probably shouldnât move. Honestly you wonder if bulls can even see the color red. But that caricature of a bull with smoke coming out of his nose is exactly what Bradley looks like right now. You wonder if you should tell him that.
âSeresin.â He barks suddenly, still keeping his eyes on you and it takes everything in you not to jump.
You hadnât even noticed the other firefighter making his way down the stairs and youâre mildly impressed by Bradleyâs peripheral vision. Finally Bradley breaks eye contact with you and itâs only then that you turn to take in the other man in front of you.
Much like Bradley, heâs unfairly tall. His uniform certainly hugs him in all the right places and he fills it out with what you know is concentrated muscle. Blond hair is gelled up slightly on his head and piercing green eyes meet your own with a polite smile that his captain hadnât given you.
Bradley nods his head in your direction. âGive our journalist here an interview.â
âSorry, Captain,â The manâs eyes dart to the exit and he almost seems to shift his weight nervously. âI actually have to be somewhereââ
âThat was an order, Lieutenant.â Bradley interrupts him and then heâs stalking off before you or the other man can get another word in.
With that lovely, uncomfortable aura in the air, you shoot the man in front of you an apologetic smile. âHi,â you introduce yourself, holding out a hand. âIâm with the Union-Tribune. Iâm writing an article about the firefighters working over the holidays and would love to get an interview from you if you have the time.â
âWell, apparently I do,â the blond chuckles awkwardly, scratching at his neck as he shakes your hand with his other one. âJake Seresin.â
âItâs nice to meet you, Jake.â You smile again.
He nodsâinfinitely friendlier than a certain Bradley Bradshaw. âSo what questions were you wanting to ask me?â
You move to find somewhere for the two of you to sit and Jake follows with what looks to be a strained smile. His name feels familiar, though you certainly couldnât have put it to the face, and you recall a recent article one of your colleagues had written about a nasty apartment fire that had practically brought the complex down. As of now, there werenât any casualties, but youâd heard there had been a high number injured, including one in critical condition. Jake Seresin had been one of the firefighters to arrive on the sceneâthatâs how you recognized his nameâand had been the last one to go in and look for any other people.
You know better than to ask him about the event, not when it has nothing to do with your article. You clear your throat with another smile. âUm, did you always know you wanted to be a firefighter?â
âI guess so,â Jake chuckles before pulling a bit of a face. âI thought it looked cool in the movies. My ma always said I was a bit of a wild child.â
âOh, so you find firefighting to be a bit of an adrenaline rush?â You push.
âWell, Iââ Jake falters. âI donât know if Iâd say that. I mean it can be, but itâs alsoâŠâ He trails off, clearly looking for words that donât seem to be coming to him.
âItâs okay,â you assure, knowing when to move on. âComplicated question. What about the holidays? Are you sad to be working?â
Jake looks infinitely relieved that youâve changed the subject. âOriginally, I was planning on heading home but⊠things changed and I figured if I was staying here, I might as well be working.â He glances at his watch suddenly and winces. âIs there another time we could do this? Iâm sorry, but I really have to get somewhere.â
You nod hastily. âOf course! Iâm sorry to keep you. Iâll be here all week so anytime youâre free, you know where to find me.â
Jake lets out a breath of relief. âThanks. Iâllâ Iâll be sure to do that.â He gives you an awkward wave before hastily heading towards the exit. Right as his hand meets the door, Jake pauses, turning back to you with a more sincere smile. âOh, and donât worry about Bradley. Heâs like that with everyone.â
You watch him leave before sagging in your seat with a soft sigh. If the rest of the firefighters were like Jake then maybe this week wouldnât be so badâat the very least, youâd be able to write your article. Your thoughts drift to honeyed brown eyes and that permanent sneer that seems to cement every time itâs shot in your direction. You look down at your notes.
Bradley Bradshaw:
Authority kink
Biting back a smile, you scribble something quickly.
Authority kink (maybe)
The next day, youâre back at the fire station with a bright smile on your face. After a good nightâs rest, youâve decided that youâre not about to let the whole Bradley thing deter you. You are a trained professional and youâre certainly not about to let a man with a stick up his ass make the world think any differently. Securing your fingers around the bright pink box in your hands, you take one finally deep breath before walking inside the station.
âHello?â You peer around, hoping to catch a lingering firefighter (ideally doing something praisable, like fostering a litter of abandoned kittensâit would look good for the article.) When you find no response, you call out again, louder this time. âI brought doughnuts.â
Thereâs a slight commotion from upstairs and then a group of six are filing down the stairs. At the front of the pack is a man with the prettiest curls youâve ever seen, his eyes lit up excitedly as he takes in the treats in your hands.
He shoots his hand up suddenly. âI call jelly-filled!â
The man behind him shoves him and you hold back a gasp when he almost trips over the last step because of it. âYou canât call the jelly-filled one, dude.â You watch as they both make it down the stairs, still arguing with each other as they get closer to you.
âBoys!â Thereâs a sudden whistle and you also look up to see a stunning woman with dark brown hair pulling her fingers from her mouth. âYou wanna say hi first? Youâre being rude.â
The two men turn to you, much more sheepishly, embarrassment covering their features. âIâm Mickey,â the first one says, holding out his hand before realizing youâre not quite in the position to shake it.
âReuben,â provides the other one.
You give them your nameâalong with your whole spiel about why youâre hereâand open the box of doughnuts for them. âDonât worry,â you wink. âI got two jelly doughnuts.â
Reuben and Mickey light up, taking the two powdered treats from you hastily as the rest of their colleagues finally make their way over to you. Jake you recognize and heâs flanked by a man slightly taller than him with a cropped buzz cut and jovial eyes. The woman is accompanied by another man whose thick glasses are balancing on his nose. Out of everyone, he seems the kindestâhe just gives off that vibeâand he smiles at you politely when he realizes youâre staring at him.
âBringing in the big guns, I see,â Jake teases, gesturing to the doughnuts Reuben and Mickey are already snacking on. He seems in better spirits than yesterdayâor, at the very least, more sure of himself.
You play along, picking up a maple frosted doughnut and offering it to him. âI figured a little bribery never hurt.â You wait for him to take the doughnut before turning to the other three people standing next to him. âWould you guys like any?â
The man behind Jake, raises his hand, stepping forward to grab a sprinkled doughnut from the box. âYou clearly did not think this through, because thereâs no way I can give an interview with my mouth full,â he jokes before taking a large bite.
âOh, good point,â Jake points at him and you feel youâre already getting a sense of their dynamic when they fist bump.
âOkay, since clearly all of you were raised in a barn, Iâll be the polite one,â the woman in front of you rolls her eyes, before shooting you a kind smile. âIâm Natasha,â she introduces. âThatâs Bob.â She points at the man with glasses. âAs youâve heard, thatâs Mickey and Reuben. The smartass over there is Javy.â The smartass in question waves, still eating his doughnut. âAnd Iâm assuming youâve already met Jake?â
You nod as both she and Bob finally reach over to grab a doughnut. Bob lets out a quiet âthank youâ as his fingers wrap around a blueberry one.
âItâs nice to meet you all,â you say honestly.
âWell, itâs nice to meet the woman whoâs gonna tell all of San Diego how sexy and heroic I am,â Javy winks at you. âRight?â
Jake scoffs good-naturedly. âJavy please, sheâll be far too distracted watching me.â He shoots you a look that you assume usually leaves women reeling (youâd be lying if you said you werenât a little flustered yourself.) âJust let me know when you want to continue that private interview, sweetheart.â
âPrivate interview?â Javy whines. âCâmon man, you canât give me one of these things?â
You snort. âWell, actually, I was hoping to get private interviews from all of you.â
Before anyone else can respond, someone clears their throat from the top of the staircase. âIf youâre just gonna be distracting my firefighters, this isnât going to work.â
You recognize the voiceâof course, you recognize the voiceâand you force a smile onto your face as Bradley Bradshaw, in all his black t-shirt and firefighter pants glory, descends
 the stairs. Though youâre trying to keep it professional, Natasha does not share that sentiment and rolls her eyes.
âOh lay off it, Bradshaw. Weâre not even doing anything right now.â
âYeah,â Jake chimes in. âJust grab a doughnut man, we saved you the chocolate frosted one.â
Bradley growls. âI donât like chocolate frosted doughnuts.â From over his shoulder, Jake mouths âHe does!â and you bite back a smile. âAnd you may not be doing anything right now, but youâre all on call. You shouldnât be standing around eating snacks.â
âBradleyââ Bob starts, but you wave him quiet, forcing your smile even wider.
âNo, heâs right,â you nod politely in Bradleyâs direction, closing the box of doughnuts. âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have distracted you guys.â
âYour job is to follow us around, not get in the way,â Bradley reminds youâbecause youâre learning it might actually kill him to be nice to you. âAnd put those in the fridge or something. I donât want Goose getting to them.â
You pause, brows furrowing in question. âGoose?â
As if on cue, a large dalmatian suddenly comes bounding down the steps, nearly tripping on his big paws in his haste. Behind you, you hear Mickey whisper something about how âhe must have jumped the baby-gate againâ. You can hardly react before the dog sets his sights on you, racing over to you with wide, brown eyes and a tongue practically flopping around the side of his mouth.
On instinct you bend down, shifting the doughnut box in one hand and leaving your other free to pet the very excited dog. You miscalculate his force though and when he runs into you, you stumble, the doughnut box wobbling in your hand as you try to steady yourself and pet Goose at the same time.
The box is snatched from your hand right before it can fall to the floor and you look upâfingers still locked in Gooseâs furâto find Bradley glaring at you, the doughnut box now in his possession. âWhat did I just say?â
âLeave her alone, Bradley. Youâve let him eat way worse than a couple doughnuts.â Reuben comes to your defense, but there seems to be a silent agreement in the air that the firefighters are going to get back to work as they all start making their way up the stairs where you assume the offices and bunks are.
Luckily, Bradley does decide to let it go, moving to shove the doughnuts in the mini-fridge they had set up nearby. He brings his fingers to his mouth and lets out a sharp whistle. âCâmon, Goose.â
The dog doesnât move from where heâs panting in front of you andânot wanting to start another argument with Bradleyâyou remove your hands from the dog in hopes heâd be more incentivized to return to his owner.
âGoose.â Bradley calls again, a somewhat confused expression on his face as he pats his leg.
This time the dog plops his butt down on your shoes, looking up at you with Bambi eyes as if urging you to keep petting him.
From behind Bradley thereâs a snort and youâre unsure what to do except stand there until Bradley finally rolls his eyes.
âFine.â He turns around. âStay there then.â
You wait for Bradley to ascend the stairs and disappear from sight before crouching down and scratching behind both of Gooseâs ears. âThanks for keeping me company,â you whisper.Â
You spend most of your time with Mickey and Reuben after that. The two are more than happy to answer your questions, sharing little fun facts with you as they check the firetrucks and do all the other things Mickey likes to call âbusy workâ. They have plenty of anecdotes - like the time Jake organized a sexy fireman photo shoot or the time a drunk Javy went down the firemanâs pole upside down. Through every story, both men are smiling brightly and you can tell that they genuinely care for the other people working around them.
âI mean, yeah it sucks Iâm not seeing my family for the holidays,â Mickey tells you, eyes trained on checking the hose attachments on the truck. âBut these guys are kinda like my second family, you know?â
Reuben elbows him good-naturedly. âThat was fucking cheesy, dude.â He turns to look at you. âBut what about you?â
âSorry?â
âWell⊠Youâre spending the holidays with us too, right? How do you feel about that?â He questions and, once he points it out, it seems to register to Mickey too and he looks equally invested in your answer.
You shrug, fidgeting with the end of your notebook. âUm, I was kinda expecting it honestly. Itâs sorta my thing to work over the holidays, so I was ready for it.â
âYou donât go home?â Mickey furrows his brows.
âNope,â you force a laugh, desperately hoping to move the conversation on to something else. Youâre saved thankfully, when Natasha comes bounding down the steps.
âGuys, weâve got a car accident on Waters and 1st,â she informs you all and you step out of the way quickly, not wanting to slow them down in the slightest.
Mickey and Reuben just nod, giving you a brief wave goodbye before following after Natasha. You watch them all load up into the truck quickly, wincing slightly when the loud siren starts sounding. They leave impressively fastâa note you make sure to jot downâand once they do, you look for something else to do until they return.
Remembering the doughnuts you broughtâand the fact youâve had yet to have oneâyou make your way over to the mini-fridge to grab the box. A small smile stretches across your face when you realize that the chocolate frosting one is missing. You discard the thought of grabbing a doughnut, instead reaching for your pen.
Bradley Bradshaw:
Authority kink (maybe)
Likes chocolate frosted doughnuts
Day four and youâre walking in with a smile on your face and a paper bag clenched between your fingers. The day before had proved to be similar to your second day at the station, you followed Jake and Javy around as they did much of the same of what Mickey and Reuben had done the day before. It meant that you also got to watch in on the tour of the fire station that they gave to a small class of children and their teacher. Unsurprisingly, the kids were most excited to meet Goose, but it was clear how much fun they were having with Javy and Jake.Â
When you asked why a classroom would be visiting the station over their school break, Javy informed you that theyâd scheduled another day for all the kids who were sick on the days that their classes got to visit the station. It was heartwarming to see both Jake and Javy take extra time out of their schedules for these kids and it was definitely going into your article.
Youâd caught sight of Bradley a few times that day, but, unsurprisingly, he was doing his best to avoid you. Not that you exactly minded, but you knew you couldnât write this article without at least one interview with the fire captain and you were determined to do just that.
Bradley doesnât even look up when you finally find him in his office and drop your somewhat crumpled paper bag on his desk.
âWhatâs this?â He asks, flipping through more paperwork, like your sudden appearance hardly warrants pausing his work.
You shrug it off, telling yourself itâs highly unlikely that heâll want to talk to you if you catch an attitude after his first question (granted he already has one, but still!) âA chocolate frosted doughnut.
This catches him and he lets his eyes snap to the bag. âI donât want it.â
Asshole.
âThatâs okay,â you force a wide smile. âI just thought you might, but you donât have to eat it.â
âWhyâd you bring it?â Bradley asks suspiciously and, with the way heâs looking at the bag, youâd think there was a bomb in it.
You let out a breath. Now or never. âWell⊠I was hoping to get an interview with you.â
For the first time, maybe ever, you see Bradleyâs lips twitch upward slightly. âThe first one not enough for you?â
A joke! He made a joke!
âWell, it was, but then I realized it made you sound like a tool,â you tease. And the smile drops. Damn it! You open your mouth to amend quickly. âI mean, I figured you might want to say more⊠about being the fire captain and everything.â Youâre gonna have to pull out all the stops for thisâincluding the authority kink.
Bradley studies your face and, again, you want to fidget under his gaze, but you do your best not to. He glances at the clock and then gestures for you to sit. â5 minutes. I have work to do.â
You physically hold back the eye roll and the retort that he must be quite good at knowing what 5 minutes feels like. (Actually, you know for a fact that he probably doesnât, not with those arms⊠and those thighs. He could probably go for 12 hours, the bastard.) Shaking off all your thoughts, you sit down in the chair at Bradleyâs desk. Goose lifts his head from where itâs resting in his dog bed and trots over to you for head scratches.
Bradley watches the interaction but keeps his mouth shut.
After giving Goose one more scratch for good measure, you shift into work mode, reaching for your pencil and notepad. Deciding to ease your way into everything first, you start off with a fairly simple question. âIs there anything you would want people to know about you?â
Bradley shifts and then shrugs. âNot really. I donât believe in getting praised for just doing my job. I still donât even know what the point of all this is,â he gestures to your notepad as if to refer to your whole article.
âWell, I think a lot of people would disagree with you, your jobâs pretty heroic,â you tell him honestly, even in the few days youâd been here, youâre able to see that. And youâre able to see how much Bradley has to do with it. âWhat about your childhood? Did you always want to be a firefighter?â
Bradley visibly stiffens at your words, the papers in his hands crumpling a bit as his fingers tense. âNo.â
âNo?â
When itâs clear you want at least a little more from him, Bradley shifts in his seat. âI wanted to be a cop.â
That catches you by surprise, your pencil stilling on your notepad.Â
âMy godfather was oneâ Well, still is, heâs chief now,â Bradley continues, almost as if you arenât there. âI spent my whole childhood trying to be just like him and then he pulled my application from the police academy.â
Itâs clear that this affected Bradley far more than heâs showing with his nonchalant retellingâif the haunted look in his eyes is anything to go by. And heâs telling you far more than you ever thought he would, far more personal things. The air is uncomfortable after he finishes and you really donât know what to say, so you just say the first thing to come out.
âOh, thank god.â
Bradley seems to snap back to the room, his brows furrowing. âExcuse me?â
âI mean, I donât even want to think about a world where you were given a gun.â The words keep coming out and you know you shouldnât be saying them, but you genuinely canât stop yourself. âProbably woulda shot me out of that tree or something.â
Bradley looks genuinely speechless, lips slightly parted as he stares at you in disbelief. âYouââ Words fail him until he finally narrows his eyes. âWas that a joke?â
âYes!â You blurt quickly in a last ditch attempt to save face.
âYou areââ Bradley chuckles darkly and itâs very off putting. âYou are something else, kitty. And I really donât think youâre in a position to be judging.â He says it like he knows something you donât.
You cross your arms. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
He leans forward against his desk, a condescending smile on his face. âYou really think people care about shit like this?â He gestures to the station around you. âNo, itâs the holidays, and I know a lot of very important things worth writing about over the holidays.â Your face falters and you know that Bradley knows he has you. âThings that, if you were respected in your field, youâd be writing about. But instead youâre here for something no oneâs gonna read. You know what that tells me, kitty?â
You swallow. âWhat does that tell you?â
âThat Iâm not the only person who finds you incredibly annoying.â
Okay.
Massive asshole.
Godzilla sized asshole.
However two could play at that game. You sit up in your seat, meeting his cocky gaze with a sickeningly sweet smile. âAre you an arsonist?âÂ
âExcuse me?â Bradley blinks back in surprise.
âThereâve been studies that show that firefighters with god-complexes could be more likely to become arsonists because they love the thrill and attention. They light the fire, wait for someone to report it, and then they put it out and play hero,â you lean back in your chair with a smug look on your face. âSome actually get sexual gratification from it.â You sniff. âSo I think itâs in both of our best interests that you answer me honestly, Mr. Bradshaw, because I can promise you that people would read about a fire captain outed as an arsonist. So could you state that you do not get sexual gratification from putting out fires?â You smile and blink up at him. âFor the record.â
Howâs that for annoying, asswipe?
Bradley clenches his jaw.
âOh, would you look at that?â You pretend to gasp, getting up from your chair so youâre finally the one towering over Bradley, and move to step out of his office. âI guess my article will be about your sex life after all!âÂ
With that, you close the door a little harder than you need to, smoothing down your skirt and tipping your chin up before walking away from Bradleyâs office. So your interview hadnât gone as well as youâd hoped. But, as you spare a quick glance behind you and see him through the window angrily pulling out your doughnut, you get the feeling that anything good you learn about Bradley Bradshaw wouldnât be anything heâd tell you to your face.
âThank you, Bob!â You smile kindly as the bespeckled man starts heading back to continue working around the station.Â
Now with a notepad full of anecdotes and personalities, you feel a lot better about the state of your article. As you suspected, all of the firefighters were far more forthcoming than Bradley had ever beenâand significantly nicer too. Speaking of the disgruntled man, youâd taken his advice and stayed out of his way as much as you could these past couple days. It proved to be a bit difficult because his dog Goose seemed to take special liking to you, which clearly annoyed Bradley to no end. But he has yet to give you some old man lecture or threaten to kick you out again so youâre doing your best to keep it that way.
If this were anything but your job, youâd probably be far less likely to put up with his bullshit. (And even though itâs your job, you know you still make fun of him constantly if given the chance, which is why youâre doing your best to avoid him so that you donât have to suddenly explain to your publisher why youâve somehow been banned from the fire station.) Youâre sure youâve gotten off on the wrong foot with him, but youâve actually never seen him be nice to anyone here. Heâs respectfulâto a pointâand he cares about them, but heâs never nice. The only person youâve seen him be nice to is Goose. And Goose is a dalmatian.
Looking over your notes with another breath, you decide to see if you can find Natasha for another interview. Out of all the firefighters youâve met, youâve found her to be one of the most inspiring. One of the few women in her field, she shared with you briefly just what sheâs overcome to get here. Everyone around the station calls her âPhoenixâ after an accident in the beginning of her career that only caused her to come back stronger.
Thatâs how you know that Bradley cares about his firefighters. Reuben told you that he seemed to take Natashaâs accident the hardestâthat he takes all of their accidents the hardest. You can see it in the little things Bradley does too, youâre sure if you were allowed to follow them onto scenes youâd see how he always has her in his sights, always accounted for. But itâs also in the waters he wordlessly hands her when they get back to the station and the fact that they always ride in the same truck. How he never stops her from doing her job or acts like she canât handle it, but just simply cares about her.
Itâs Bradleyâs job to look after his firefightersâand you know if you pointed that out to him, heâd say it in some almighty, obnoxious wayâbut he takes it more seriously than you ever expected him to. Natasha isnât the only firefighter he treats like that. You have a feeling if you called him out on it, heâd deny it, possibly stop altogether. So you donât. You just silently watch the parts of Bradley Bradshaw that come out when he doesnât think youâre looking.
Finally making it to the common quarters and small kitchenette, you spot Natasha leaning against one of the counters, taking a bite of a cream cheese bagel.
âNat!â You call with a wave (she asked you to call her that), heading over to her when she looks up with a smile. âAre you busy?â
She sucks some cream cheese off her thumb. âNot especially. Why?â
âWell, I had a couple more questions, if you were up for it.â
âOh,â Natasha seems a tad surprised before a grin overtakes her face. âOh, Jake and Javy are going to hate this.â She laughs.
âHate what?â Javy catches the end of her sentence, strolling into the kitchen and opening the fridge.
Natasha smirks. âThat you and Jake havenât wooed her enough to be her favorite.â
âIâm hurt.â Javy directs at you with a pout, pulling out a lunch container that definitely has the word âBobâ written on it on a piece of masking tape. âDidnât you see how upstanding I was, giving those little kids a tour of the station?â
You raise a teasing, unimpressed eyebrow. âYou mean when you almost popped a blood vessel trying to stay flexed for their teacher?â
âOuch! Kittyâs got claws,â Javy wiggles his brows as you and Natasha laugh at him.
You pause, your giggles pattering off as you take in his words. âWait, what did you call me?â
âKitty?â Javy seems unbothered, peeling off the lid of Bobâs tupperware and pulling out a white bread sandwich with the crust cut off. âBradleyâs been calling you that since you got here. Since he rescued you from a tree and all thatâ To be honest, I didnât know he could make jokes like that.â The explanation is told to you through a mouthful of turkey, cheese, lettuce, and tomato and you try to keep your expression in check.
He rescued you? Is that how he told it?Â
You purse your lips before smiling. âAnd where is Bradley?â
âUnloading one of the trucks, I think.â
You nod, meeting Natashaâs knowing gaze before turning on your heel with a quiet âExcuse meâ before you start marching back to the staircase, your anger growing with each step. It wasnât that you hated the little name Bradley had given to you. Embarrassingly, you almost liked when he called you that. What you didnât like was why he felt it was appropriate to share this nickname when you werenât around like it was a joke between him and everyone else and not like it was something between the two of you.
When you reach the last step, youâre practically seething, marching over to Bradley without a care of who might be around him at the current moment.
âFire Captain Bradley Bradshaw.â You call out loud enough to get his attention.
Bradley turns aroundâalmost surprisedâbefore his expression falls to the one of muted annoyance youâre used to him directing at you. âCan I help you?â
âYou see how nice it is when someone calls you by your name?â You continue like he hasnât spoken. âAnd not some nickname they use to make fun of you when you arenât there?â
Bradleyâs eyes widen slightly in understanding and, for once, he has the decency to turn around and face you fully. âLookââ
âNo, you look, Bradshaw, I am honestly so done with you thinking that youâre better than me because of a narrative that you made up!â
âI made it up?â Bradley narrows his eyes incredulously. âI would understand if your memory was a little shaky if youâd hit your head after a fall or something, but you didnât becauseâ Oh, wait! I caught you.â He crosses his arms.
âYeah, and every day since then, Iâve been wishing you didnât because then you wouldnât be holding it over my head!â You argue back, before you realize where you are and take a deep, grounding breath.
If you werenât so angry at him, you might be angry at yourself that youâd let a man get under your skin this quickly, but you werenât about to stick around to be some kind of low blow comedy routine for a man who had yet to treat you with an ounce of respect since the moment you met him. But honestly, it hurt. You know you arenât Bradleyâs favorite person, but youâve seen him with everybody else. You know how he thinks of every little thing that could affect them or hurt them in some way and does what he can to avoid it. You donât know why it hurts so bad to realize that heâs so careless when it comes to you.
Youâre just a little over halfway through the week, but youâve gotten a fair amount of what you need. If you added a few embellishments and wrote like a high schooler trying to meet an essay word count then maybe you could hand something passable to your publisher. It wouldnât be your best work, but that didnât matter, because you didnât want to spend another minute in the company of Bradley Bradshaw.
âWell, congratulations.â You laugh bitterly. âThink of this as my Christmas gift to you because Iâm leaving.â
You have every intent to just walk right out of the station and never take a step back in. You wouldnât even let yourself be dragged here. No, Bradley Bradshaw could rot in hell and youâll live happily knowing you never have to be around his stupidly groomed mustache and giant muscles ever again.
From behind you, he calls out. âWhy would I want a Christmas gift from you? I donât like Christmas.â
âAre you fucking kidding me?!â You whirl around, throwing your hands up in the air because you have genuinely never met a man more infuriating. âThatâs all you have to say? After all of that, the only thing youâd like to correct is that youâre a giant fucking Scrooge?â
Bradley scoffs. âScrooge? What is this? The 1840s?â
âI hate that you actually know when A Christmas Carol was published!âÂ
âAnd I hate that youâre throwing a tantrum because I called you a name that wasnât even an insult!â Bradley argues back.
Rage is simmering on your tongue, but you swallow it down in favor of making sure your words come out exactly how you mean them. âYou will never understand what itâs like to have to somehow earn the respect of everyone you talk to, okay? You will never understand what itâs like to not even get the chance to prove yourself because a bunch of men have already decided what you are for you. You may think itâs funny to turn me into some sort of joke around your station, but itâs not and Iâm done putting up with it.â
You turn around again, finally ready to be done with this man who, for the life of you, you cannot stop arguing with.
âWait.â
His voice causes you to freeze and, when you turn around this time, Bradley looks as though the fight has finally left him too. âDonât go,â he tells you. âYou⊠You donât have to go.â
âBradleyââ You start, but he shakes his head.
âYouâre right, Iâve been⊠unfair. Just finish out the week. Tomorrowâs training day, that would be good for your article right? You can follow me around.â Itâs hardly an incentive and he has yet to even say heâs sorry, but you know someone dropping a proverbial sword when you see it.
You let Bradley sit in his awkward silence for a few seconds before you finally let out a soft breath. âFine.â
The next day, you can tell that Bradleyâs doing his best to be on his best behavior. He gives you a polite nod as a greeting and lets you follow after him as he starts setting up for drills and the CPR recertifications. Youâre also trying to play nice, you donât ask any smart ass questions and you spare him all your quips. You simply watch him, taking the occasional note and petting Goose, whoâs also been following the two of you around.Â
When Bradley calls down all the firefighters to start running through drills, even they seem surprised that the two of you are standing next to each other so peacefully. Bob raises his eyebrows and Mickey literally does a double-take. You just wave at them all politely and then try to stay out of their way.
Oddly, itâs a little boring watching them all climb up and down the fire station stairs, Bradley shouting orders at them as they run through drills. You find yourself doodling on your notepad until they all start moving towards the rescue dolls. (Is that what you call them? Youâd have to google that when you get home.)
Youâd gotten CPR certified once when you were 15, you were working as a lifeguard over the summer and it was obviously a requirement. Itâs been a while since you brushed up on it though, so you do pay attention as the firefighters go through the motions of compressions and breaths. 30 compressions, 2 rescue breaths, with a rate of 100 to 120 compressions per minute. Hopefully it wouldnât have to be vital knowledge to you, but good to know all the same.Â
There werenât enough practice dolls for every firefighter, so after the first round finishes, Bradley calls for them all to take a quick break.
âFitz, open one of the doors, will you?â
The newer recruit looks happy that his name was even remembered (even if it was just a nickname) and hastily heads over to the side wall to press a button that would open one of the large garage doors of the station. You watch Bradley watch him, his face neutral until something seems to trigger what almost looks like panic.
âWait, Fitz, not that oneââ
Fitz presses a button on the wall and, instead of the doors opening up like you expect them too, suddenly the sprinklers from the ceiling turn on. You let out a shriek as water starts pouring down onto you, nearly tripping over Gooseâwhoâs bouncing around like this is the best day of his lifeâlooking for cover before youâre soaked through.Â
You realize quickly that thatâs a useless endeavor as you take in everybody else accepting their fate of getting doused in water and try to decide that itâs okay. You didnât love this outfit anyway. Instead, you wipe your hair away from your face and try not to shiver too much from the chill of the air. Natasha gestures you over to her and the two of you canât help but laugh at how soggy the other looks.
âAright, got it.âÂ
Finally the water shuts off and you look up to see that Bradley had made it to the other side of the room to fix everything. Fitz is next to him looking drenched and sheepish and you hope Bradley doesnât give him too hard of a time.
Instead Bradley surveys the room, placing his hands on his hips as he sighs. âEverybody go change.â
The squadron cheers and you canât help but join in, until you realize that you donât technically work here and that means you donât have a spare set of clothes with you. Bradley seems to have accounted for that too though, as he comes over to you with a nudge of his head.
âFollow me.â
And thatâs how you end up in a pair of Bradleyâs old sweats and a baggy t-shirt with the fire stationâs emblem on it.
Thankfully your underwear stayed relatively dry, so you werenât going entirely commando. But your bra had been beyond saving and it wasnât lost on you that you were wearing something of Bradleyâs against your bare skin.Â
The whole sprinkler fiasco seemed to cut the day short, but no one seemed to mind not having to continue drills, if anything, Fitz was a hero in their eyes. With nothing left to do, Bradley gifted everyone the day off and you watched as they all started trickling out of the fire station, hair dripping and smiles wide on their faces. You stay though, for some reason.Â
You honestly donât feel quite ready to leave yet and, with basically everyone gone, you reason that maybe itâs okay to make yourself a bit comfortable. Mickey and Reuben had shown you once where theyâd gotten a TV set up for the long nights with not much to do and theyâd even brought in a small, comfortable looking couch to add to the whole thing.Â
Settling down in the cushions, you try to relax as you browse through the movies and TV shows the station has downloaded. Your lips perk up when you land on Home Alone and you start the movie quickly, setting the volume low even though youâre practically alone.
You think the whole thing would be better with some popcorn, but thereâs not too much to complain about and youâre perfectly content watching the antics of Kevin McCallister anyway.
Over the movie, you hear the sound of muted footsteps and then, âWhat are you still doing here?â
Itâs Bradleyâof course itâs Bradleyâbut he doesnât sound as clipped as he usually does. You roll your head over to look at him with a small smile.
âWatching a movie,â you say as if it isnât obvious.
âWhy havenât you gone home?â Bradley asks, though itâs not quite as accusing as youâre used to.
You donât really have an answer so you shrug. âI wanted to watch a movie.â
Bradley doesnât respond, but he does step inside, wordlessly making his way to the couch and sitting down next to you. Itâs quiet and a little awkward, but itâs the nicest Bradleyâs ever been to you and you know youâd ruin it if you whipped out your phone now to time him. Instead you do the next best thing and sigh, too tired to inevitably start fighting with Bradley again.
âBut I can go,â you tell him, moving to get up.
Bradley stops you. âYou donât have to. I just didnât know anybody else was here.â
Itâs quiet and you start to think that maybe Bradley had really taken to heart how heâd been treating you because he seems almost thoughtful as he sits next to you. Still the silence makes you shift as you try to think of ways to fill it.
âThanks for the clothes,â you land on.
Bradley shrugs. âFigured theyâd be more comfortable than your wet clothes.â
âThey are,â you look down. âActually, what detergent do you use?â
Bradley looks at you strangely. âYou ask a lot of weird questions, you know that?â He leans back against the couch.
You laugh. âComes with the job, I guess.â
The conversation patters off and you look down at your fingers to hide your nerves. Youâre not used to having actual, polite conversations with Bradley, at least you knew how to act when you were making fun of him. Now you donât know where to look or when you should laugh or what you should even say.
âPersil.â
âHuh?â You look up when Bradley speaks.
He turns to look at you. âThatâs the detergent I use. Persil.â
âOh.â You blink. âUm, thanks. Iâll be sure to put that in my article,â you try to joke with a small smile.
Bradley wrinkles his nose. âWhy would anyone want to read about that?â
âWell, itâs not like anyone is gonna read it anyway,â you slouch down against the couch cushions and laugh a little. âYou were right about that, I guess.â
âI didnâtââ Bradleyâs mouth remains open as he's reminded of the harsh things he'd said to you, but no words come out. When a few seconds go by and he still hasnât spoken, you wonder if your conversation has died for the second time. You and Bradley arenât very good at this whole being nice to each other thing.
âIâll read your articleâ is what finally comes out of Bradleyâs mouth and when you look surprised, he nods more resolutely. âYeah, I didnât meanâ Iâll read your article. When it comes out.â
In this light, he looks almost nervous and you smile softly. âThanks, Bradley.â
âSure,â he coughs awkwardly, looking at his watch to avert his gaze. âAre you sure you want to stay here? I mean, wouldnât you rather be spending time with your family while you can?â
Your smile dims slightly and you give Bradley a knowing look. âWhy do you think Iâm watching Home Alone?â
Bradley doesnât seem to follow, but his eyes drift to the screen to watch Kevin in the middle of grocery shopping all by himself and you watch his features still slightly.
âI actually canât remember the last time I spent the holidays with someone. Isnât that sad?â You donât really know why youâre telling him this. Maybe Bradleyâs been nice to you long enough that youâve tricked yourself into thinking heâll care. Maybe youâre just tired of being by yourself. âI went no contact with my parents a few years agoâand I know it was the best thing for me to doâbut, I donât know, itâs made the holidays a little⊠rough.â You confide quietly.
You watch Bradley roll his lips between his teeth in thought. His eyes finally leave the TV. âOh, thank god.â He says finally.
You blink, letting out a surprised laugh. âSorry?â
âI thought you were watching Home Alone because you liked it,â Bradley explains. âBut now I get it, itâs like a âwoe is meâ thing.â
You realize now that heâs basically flipping your whole cop/gun conversation back onto you, but you canât even begin to process that because âYou donât like Home Alone?â
âNo,â Bradley wrinkles his nose. âItâs all physical comedy. Like, yeah, the bad guys get hurt, is that all there is?â
You turn to face Bradley, jaw dropping. âYou canât be serious,â you tell him. âAre you serious? Home Alone is a classic!â
Bradley just shrugs.
âNo.â You grab the remote to restart the movie. âNo, I am not sitting by and letting this happen. You are watching this movie and you will like it!â
Bradley snorts in disbelief. âYeah, and how are you gonna make that happen?â
You donât really know. Youâve never actually met anyone who didnât like Home Alone because that would make them an actual crazy person. Maybe Bradley just hasnât seen it in a while and has forgotten how good it is. Maybeâ
âWait a second, youâre not pretending to not like Home Alone just because I like it, right?â You look at him accusingly.
Bradley rolls his eyes. âRight, because a guy canât just not like a movie.â
âYou totally are! I canât believe you, you have to be mean just because I like somethingââ
âNot everything is about you!â Bradley protests.
âThis is!â
âNo, it isnât!â
Before you realize it, you and Bradley have moved so close to each other that you can practically feel his angry huffs on your face. You seem to both register this fact at the same time as your cheeks begin to heat and Bradleyâs gaze drops to your lips for the briefest of seconds. You should pull away. This is Bradley for crying out loud! Youâd rather burn your lips off with acid than kiss him.
Itâs unclear who moves firstâyou probably move at the same time honestlyâbut you both surge forward before you can think better of it, your lips smashing into Bradleyâs. He holds your face in his large hands, frantic but still gentle, and you canât stop yours from weaving into his still damp hair.Â
The feeling of his lips against yours is addictive as is the way that his tongue coaxes into your mouth, swallowing any muffled sounds you let out. Every action reads clearly - heâs thought about this before, maybe a lot.Â
Bradleyâs hands move from your cheeks, down your sides to your hips. He plays with the hem of your shirt, and you wonder how he feels about the fact that itâs his, before his large hands make their way under it, planting onto bare skin. Theyâre warm and calloused as he strokes your stomach and tips you back so that youâre laying flat on the small couch.
Itâs a bit of a fit for the two of you, but thatâs hardly going to stop you now. Bradleyâs lips leave yoursâand pull a whimper of protest from youâbut only so they can latch onto your neck, his teeth sinking into your pulse point. As his tongue soothes the sting, you let your hands crawl under his shirt, running over the curves and divots of his defined muscles. Your nails rake against them gently and Bradley grunts into your skin. Itâs such a masculine sound, it would make your thighs clench if he wasnât between them.
A crash sounds from the televisionâno doubt Harry or Marv falling for one of Kevinâs trapsâand it pulls the two of you apart, the reality of what just happened crashing down on you. You canât quite meet Bradleyâs eye as you take your hands out from under his shirt and he canât quite meet yours when he pulls his hand out from where it was dangerously close to holding your bare breast.
Itâs silent as the two of you catch your breath and, finally, Bradley clears his throat.
âWe shouldââ His voice is husky and his lips look thoroughly kissed. âWe should probably get home. We have an early day tomorrow.â
Heâs not saying anything about how the two of you were just making out on a couch like horny teenagers, but you decide that you donât really want to talk about it either, so you nod.
âOkay⊠Iâll see you tomorrow,â you smile weakly.Â
Bradley only mirrors your nod.
Youâre in an unusually chipper mood when you enter the station. You greet Natasha gleefully and Jake and Javy even joke that youâre glowing. You decide that you are when you think about it. After a night of good sleep, youâre able to come to terms with the fact that you actually like Bradley Bradshaw. Heâs still an asshole and makes it too easy to argue with him, but he can be thoughtful and, weirdly, talking with himâeven if you started arguing over Home Aloneâhad made you feel better despite your holiday situation.Â
He wasnât perfect, but you knew deep down Bradley Bradshaw was good and he was certainly someone you wanted to talk to moreâpreferably during civil conversations.Â
Which is why youâre smiling at everyone as you walk into the station with a bag holding a chocolate frosted doughnut and one goal in mind - asking Bradley on a date. A proper one, where the two of you talk about your favorite things to do over dinner and try to guess which of the people at the tables around you arenât going to be going on a second date. And maybe a date that involved more of Bradley kissing you senseless⊠but only if it felt right.
When Bradley finally appears in your vision, you light up, scampering over to him. âBradley!â
He turns around and almost looks surprised to see you, but schools his expression quickly. âHey,â his eyes dart down to the bag in your hand.
You swallow your nerves. âHey.â
Thereâs an uncomfortable silence and weirdlyâin all your time knowing himâthings with Bradley have never felt this awkward. You open your mouth to desperately fill it, but it seems he had the same idea.
âI was actually hoping to askââ
âI was thinkingââ
You both stop and you laugh nervously. âYou first.â
âRight.â Bradley scratches the back of his neck. âWell, I was thinking and I know todayâs your last day at the station.â Youâd honestly forgotten about that fact during the whirlwind of everything and your hope rises. Maybe you didnât have to ask Bradley out on a date because he was already doing it! âHonestly weâre not going to be doing anything interesting today and I wouldnât want to waste your time with stuff you already have notes for, so if youâd rather just head out and, I donât know, do other stuff⊠I donât know, I just donât think it really makes sense for you to stay.â
Oh.
Suddenly youâre not so sure youâre glowing anymore. In fact maybe youâre the opposite. Maybe youâre dull. Because Bradley is now pretending that your kiss never happened and heâs even going as far as letting you know that he actually never wants to see you again after. Like kissing you was nothing more than a lapse in his judgment.
You could be mean to him, make fun of him or say something just to spite him, but you know thatâs childish. Bradley has every right not to be interested in you romantically. And you certainly know how to take a hint.
âThatâsââ You give him a stiff nod. âThatâs a good idea. Thanks.â You suddenly remember the bag in your hand and you jerk it out to him. âHere.â
âWhatâs this?â
You force a smile. âA goodbye gift, I guess.â
Thatâs all you can say as Bradley takes the bag from you and then youâre walking away. You keep your eyes on your fingers, lost in thought as your feet lead you back to the exit. You know that you should say goodbye to everyoneâitâs rude to just leave like thisâbut you canât. Even though itâs only been a week, youâve really come to love everyone at the station and the thought of saying bye to them now feels unbearable. Besides, youâre sure theyâll enjoy the peace and quiet now that youâre no longer aggravating their captain.
Bradleyâs right, anyway, you have more than you need for your article and maybe now you could start on it and get it done earlier. It makes more sense than you just hanging around. And thatâs exactly how you explained it to your publisher when you walked through the doors of the Union-Tribune a day earlier than youâre supposed to.
âAlright,â he looks at you skeptically. âIt better be a damn good article then.â
He walks away once you promise himâscouts honor and allâand Lucy whistles from where sheâd been watching the whole thing in the hallway. She strolls over to you with a grin, bumping your hip with hers.
âBack from your field trip?â
âIt appears so,â you shrug.
Lucy knows you better than that though. Having become your best friend the minute you first walked through the doors, you and Lucy have always been inseparable, spending a little too much time gossiping when you werenât working. You genuinely donât think you could survive without her.Â
She raises a brow. âMeet any sexy firefighters?â
âA couple,â you tease. âIâll give you their numbers.â
âI meant for you, but you know Iâll never say no to that.â
No longer wishing to talk about sexy firefighters and whether theyâre interested in you, you quickly change the subject. âHow have things been here?â
Lucy rolls her eyes and you know youâve hit the jackpot conversation topic that will keep anything firefighter related far from your mind. âMindyâs annoying as always, even worse now that I didnât have you to glance at when she said something outrageous,â she complains and you laugh. âOh! And Scott started acting super weird too. Heâd just stand in the kitchen area and watch meâ He microwaved the same thing, like, 12 times to not look suspicious, but he kept trying to talk to me every time I left my office.â
âAnd the microwave still worked after?â You joke, it was a fact known all through the office that your kitchen microwave was on its last legs and it certainly didnât help that everyone loaded the outlet either.Â
The two of you reach your office as Lucy replies. âRemarkably. As for Scott, he left me alone after an offhand comment about how much pepper spray I carry. Anyway, Iâm going to use the bathroom, but then you are telling me everything about your little fire station visit. Donât think that Iâm just letting that go!â
She doesnât give you a chance to argue before skipping off to the bathroom and you huff a laugh. You knew sheâd know something was up. If only to delay the inevitable, you step into your office, pulling out your notepad to start compiling notes for your articleâyou wouldnât need everything youâd written down, so you still have to pick out the best ones.
Itâs slightly ironic that after a minute of you flipping through your firefighter notes, the fire alarm goes off. Youâre not too hectic with getting up and getting out of the building, youâre pretty sure itâs just a drill even though youâd already had one earlier this month.
Itâs not until you hear someone shouting about the microwave and where the fire extinguisher is that you realize that this is real. You scramble up quickly and make your way out of your office. Your coworkers are already forming a line to file out of the building and you can hear your publisher shouting to just leave the fire and call the fire department, but something in your gut feels amiss.
Lucy.
Without even thinking, you rush back towards the bathroom. You wonder if she knows whatâs going on. She can definitely hear the alarm, but maybe she was like you in thinking that the whole thing was a drill.
âLucy?!â You call out as you try to open the bathroom door, but you're met with resistance and it doesnât budge.
From behind the wood you hear a faint, âItâs stuck!â
Does nothing in this office work?!
âOkay, um, okay,â you try to think, taking a deep breath. âThe fire department should be here soon and they can probably break the door down,â you reason. âSo Iâll stay here, okay? Theyâll be able to hear me better.â
âWhat! Are you crazy? You canât stay here!â
âWell, Iâm not leaving you!â You argue. âLook, itâs fine. The fireâs contained to the kitchen and itâs still pretty small.â Youâre actually not sure of that, but thatâs what youâd assumeâyou also arenât going to tell Lucy that last part.
âAlright, fine!â You hear Lucy suck in a breath and you try to open the door again. âBut promise me youâll leave the second it looks dangerous.â
You know how fast of a response time the fire department has, but now youâre witnessing it first hand as, a little more than 5 minutes later, youâre hearing sirens. You let out a breath of relief and try to listen for people entering the building.
âHelp!â You call out. âWe need help over here!â
Nothing.
You call out again, cupping your hands to your mouth to project louder. Thereâs a rustle of movement and then a bit of a commotion. Someone shouts your nameâalmost as a questionâand then Jake and Javy are rushing over to you.
âWhat are you doing? You should have evacuated the building already.â Javy looks at you incredulously.
âMy friendâs in there,â you explain. âThe door wonât open.â
The two share a look and then Jake nods, moving to break down the door as Javy escorts you out of the building. All your coworkers are lined up in the parking lot along with fire trucks and ambulances and you smile at Javy gratefully when he pats your shoulder in comfort, but he appears to be looking behind you, a pinched expression on his face.
You turn around to see what heâs looking at and then someoneâs hugging you.
You recognize the scent of smoke and cedar instantly and the large arms that are practically cutting off your air passages. He only hugs you for a couple secondsâand you hug him backâand then pulls away to look at you, checking you quickly for any obvious injuries. Youâre not sure what youâre expecting him to say, but you donât expect him to be so angry.
âWhat the hell is wrong with you?â Bradley yells. You blink. âAre you insane?! Because Iâm trying to understand why the hell you would stay in a building when thereâs a fire!â
âMy friend was still in thereââ You try to explain.
âYeah? Then we would have gotten her out!â Bradley counters. âDo you know how reckless you were being?â
âIââ
âNo, I really donât want to hear it! I mean what were you thinking?!â
âBradley,â you try to calm him down. âIâm fine. Iâm okay.â
He doesnât seem to be listening, words spewing out of his mouth in rapid succession. âWhat if the fire had spread, huh? Did you even have an exit plan that wasnât the front door? You could have trapped yourself in there all because you were too fucking reckless to just tell one of us where your friend was when we arrived on the scene!â
Truthfully, you hadnât thought of that and you feel a little stupid. Maybe you hadnât had the best plan and it was never your intention to make anybody worry about you. You open your mouth to apologize. âBradley, Iâmââ
âJust because you have nobody to come home to doesnât mean you can just go on fucking suicide missions, because some of us have to fill out the paperwork!â
His words ring in the air and Javy ducks his head quickly to pretend like he isnât listening. You're speechless, trying to stop the tears stinging at your eyes as you take in what Bradley said. You know you hadnât exactly told him about your family in confidence, but you didnât expect him to just use it against you so quickly. And paperwork? You know Bradley didnât like you but is that all he saw you as?
Bradley lets out an angry sniff, turning his head like he canât even look at you before directing his attention to Javy. âJust take her to the EMTs to get checked out.â
Bradley doesnât talk to you again after that. The firefighters pack up and leave, and everyone goes home, and Bradley doesnât reach out once. As you suspected, the fire wasnât that damagingâonly being the catalyst for the kitchenâs much needed remodelâand it was safe to go back to work a couple days after. Bradley never attempted to contact youâeven when the rest of his squadron came to visit you with a little goody basketâand you spent the time you weren't at work eating ice cream, watching break up movies, and crying.
It was pathetic. But maybe so were you.Â
âThe hell is this?â
You hardly look up when a newspaper is thrown carelessly on your desk. Turning away from your computer boredly, you cross your arms, raising your gaze to meet Bradleyâs cold eyes.
âWell, if Iâd have to guess, Iâd say a newspaper.â
Bradley scoffs, grabbing the newspaper again and holding it closer to him as he reads aloud the article it contains. âThen thereâs Fire Captain Bradley Bradshaw, always followed by his co-captain, a black and white dalmatian affectionately named Goose. Bradley Bradshaw does more for his community in a day than most people do in a lifetime. In fact, I had to stop keeping count of every chivalrous act he completed by day two because I knew that would make this article far too longââ His eyes snap up to you again, though you both know that there are paragraphs more singing the same praises. âWhy did you write this?â
You sniff, crossing your legs to slightly settle your nerves, with a light clear of your throat. âContrary to what you think of me, I am competent in my job, Bradley.â
âYou have done nothing but make fun of me and get in my way since the day we met, and I know I havenât been friendly to you either,â Bradley corrects, taking a step farther into your office. âSo why did you write this? Did you want me to feel bad or something? Like this makes up for the past week becauseââ
Not liking the way heâs towering over you, you spring up from your chair, matching his body language. âI wrote it because youâre a good firefighter, Bradley! And that was my job - to write about how good of a firefighter you are. Not about how you canât fucking smile to save your life, or how you need to control everything otherwise youâll throw a fit like a child, or how you somehow donât like the movie Home Aloneâ Who doesnât like Home Alone, Bradley?! You are the person who decided that Iâm some incompetent airhead. And Iâm sorry that me actually being able to do my job surprised you so much that you marched all the way down here, but if thatâs all you came here for, then why donât you just leave?â
The air is tense once you finish, so silent you could hear the slight whirring sound of your diffuser puffing the light scent of cinnamon into your office. You catch your breath slightly, wrapping your arms around yourself defensively. Suddenly, you feel vulnerable in your work skirt and blouse, swallowing thickly as tears prick your vision. You donât want to cry right now.
Bradley only stares at you, something unreadable in his eyes. âI donât think youâre an incompetent airhead.â He says finally.
You let out a watery scoff, letting your eyes dart to the ceiling as you feel more tears well up. âYes, you do.â
âNo I donât,â he repeats.
âReally? Youâve done practically everything but call me that to my faceââ
âDo you have to argue with me every time? Why canât youââ Bradley stops himself, shoulders relaxing as his features soften. âLook, Iâm sorry.â
âWhat?â
Bradley swallows. âI didnât mean to make you feel that way. Iâm sorry.â
âYouâre sorry?â You shake your head in disbelief, if only to hide the way your tears are starting to fall. âSorry for what, Bradley? That youâve treated me like a chore since the moment you met me? Sorry that you kissed me? Or sorry that I confided in youâthat I trusted youâand you threw it in my face?â Bradley opens his mouth, but you continue. âLook, I know you didnât like me, okay? You made that abundantly clear. And I know that I wasnât trying to be very likable eitherâwhy would I? I didnât even like you. But then we got to know each other and I thought maybe you werenât so bad. I thoughtâŠâ You could almost laugh at how stupid you feel. âGod, I thought you could actually be nice sometimes, and caring, and sweet. Andâ And then you kissed me and I realized that I really like you. And I thought that maybe you liked me too, despite everything, but then you just went on like nothing ever happened. Youâ You made me feel so stupid. And now youâre in my office, causing a scene, because you still think that itâs impossible that I could ever be nice to you.â You wipe your cheeks hastily, trying to compose yourself as more tears roll down your cheeks. âI know you donât like me. But⊠But, god Bradley, was I really thatââ Your lip wobbles and your voice cracks and you hate yourself for it. âWas I really that awful?â
The room falls to silence and Bradley just looks at you with an unreadable expression on his face. Honestly it makes you want to scream, that he thinksâafter everythingâhe has any right to barge in here and accuse you of playing games. If you were closer, you might try to punch his stupid, sculpted chest, but you donâtâyou doubt heâd even feel it anyway.
You sniffle and it seems to jump start the room, or at least Bradley, as he jerks up suddenly and, before you know it, heâs grabbing your arm and pulling you into his chest. You fight back, not wanting to admit that you find comfort in the familiar scent of cedar and smoke, trying to push him away, but youâre no match for his strength and he only pulls you closer with more determination.
âLet go of me!â
âIâm sorry,â Bradley says again and he sounds so guilty that it causes you to freeze. âIâm sorry that I treated you like a chore. Iâm sorry that I didnât do more after we kissed. Iâm sorry that I said those things to you⊠Iâm sorry that I made you feel like you were awful.â His arms are wrapped around your neck, his cheek nestled against the top of your head.Â
Youâre not quite hugging him back, your arms trapped between your chest and his, but youâve stopped trying to fight his hold.
Bradley continues. âI know I went about this all wrong, I know that. And, if I could, I promise you that I would have done a lot of things differently. You just donât understandââ He sucks in a breath, his biceps tensing around you. âYou donât understand what it was like to show up on the scene and realize you werenât there. Iâm supposed to be in charge, Iâm supposed to keep a cool head and tell everyone what to do, itâs my responsibility to stay calm in any situation. But when I realized you were still inside? I couldnât even think. Jake had to physically stop me from just running into that building by myself.â
Your eyesâwhich had been closed in a weak attempt to stop the tearsâopen in surprise at his words. No one had told you that. Had Bradley really been that shaken up?Â
âI shouldnât have said what I said to you, I didnât mean it and it wasnât okay.I was justâ I was just scared. I was scared because I thought for a minute that I hadnât been able to protect you. And I was scared because I havenât felt that fear of not protecting someone in a long time. I wasnât mad at youâI was never mad at youâbut I just didnât know what to do. I should never have said that though. Iâm sorry.â
Bradley lets out a breath as he finishes and, for a moment, neither of you move. You swallow thickly, taking in all of his words before tentatively wrapping your arms around Bradleyâs middle. He relaxes at your touch, burying deeper into your hair.Â
âWhy didnât you just come here and say that?â You finally ask him weakly.
Bradley lets out a quiet chuckle. âHonestly, I thought that Iâd already fucked everything up. But then I read your article, fully expecting you to drag me to filth, and you didnât. Instead you talked about me like I was some kind of superhero and⊠and I guess it just made me feel worse about everything.â
You nod your head in understanding slowly. âYouâre an idiot.â
You feel Bradley laugh against you. âI know,â he agrees. âAnd Iâm sorry,â he repeats. âFor everything.â
âEverything?â You look up at him.
âWellâŠâ Bradley trails off, head dipping so that his nose is brushing yours. âMaybe not everything. There is one thing Iâd like to do again.â
And then heâs kissing you sweetly and letting his arms untangle so that his hands can land on your hips. You lean into him, without a doubt in your mind that heâd ever not be able to support you, humming appreciatively when he deepens the kiss.Â
Itâs only when he murmurs your name that you pull away with a wrinkled nose. âWhy are you calling me that?â
âYou said you didnât like being called âkittyâ.â Bradley looks equally confused.
âWell⊠I donât mind when you call me it,â you mumble bashfully before looking up. âAs long as itâs not to make fun of me!â
Bradley chuckles, his hand moving to your ass to give it a squeeze. âOh, it was never to make fun of you, kitty, believe me. You know, Cat Woman was my celebrity crush growing up. You donât wanna know the things I imaginedââ
âOkay, I get it,â you laugh. âYou can have your kitty privileges back, Fire Captain Bradley Bradshaw.â
Bradley growls, his hands moving to your thighs, prompting you to jump as he steps forward to pin you against the wall. âYou donât know what it does to me when you call me that.â
âI told you you have an authority kink,â you tease.
âYeah?â Bradley smirks, and then the hairs of his mustache are brushing your ear. âWhy donât we test that?â
You know you should worry about having sex in your place of work first and foremost, but you actually canât help but worry about the fact that Bradley is still supporting all your weight as he holds you up against the wall.
âLike this? Youâll get tired, Bradley.â
He shoots you a look. âDid you forget what my job is? I could probably do 5 rounds of this, kitty, and still be able to go for a run after.â
At the mental image you canât help but let out an exaggerated moan. âThat is so hot.â Bradley grins, but before he can respond, you hold your finger to his lips. âBut, I also like my job and would rather not get caught having sexâ No matter how good it is.â
âFair enough,â Bradley concedes. âBut I did almost get to second base at my job, so if we want to keep it evenâŠâ
You glance over Bradleyâs broad shoulder to make sure the door is firmly shutâyou know you should go lock it but that would mean parting from Bradley and you donât want to do that. âI guess thatâs fair. You ready to hold the best boobs of your life, Bradshaw?â
Bradley laughs. âOh, Iâm ready, kitty.â
When you finally leave your office, Lucyâs shooting you a look like she expects a thorough debriefing as soon as you get home and also like she could maybe hear the two of you through the walls, but you canât find it in yourself to care. Not when you're holding hands with Bradley and talking about your holiday plans. Your shared holiday plans.
âIâm gonna get you A Christmas Carol and a bundle of all the Home Alone movies,â you tell him.
Bradley glares at you playfully. âYouâre not supposed to tell someone what youâre getting them for Christmas.â
âHow would you know, Scrooge?â
Bradley huffs a laugh, giving you an âare you seriousâ look.
âIâd throw in a matchbox too,â you continue. âBut I think my service to the community will be sexually gratifying you enough so that you donât have to keep committing arsonââ
Your words cut off when Bradley swoops down to kiss you firmly. He doesnât pull away until you're dazed and he nods smugly.
âThatâs better.â
You could argue with him, but instead you grab his collar and yank him down to kiss you again. Because thatâs a much better alternative to get Bradley to shut his massive pie hole and youâre sure he feels the same way.
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RATATTATATATATAAT GONNA MUNCH ON THESE FICS TONIGHTTTTTTTT
Saffy Lemur's Call of Duty Masterlist
Last updated: 14.12.2023
A/N: Per a few requests, Iâve redone my masterlist to make it easier to navigate the fic categories đđ
Original Masterlist
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Simon "Ghost Riley-
Smut Blurbs
Late Nights
You're a Minx, You Know That?
You're Mine
Crying During Sex With Simon Riley
Simon And Yours First Time Having Sex
Simon Riley Doesn't Fuck You, He Worships You
Simon's C*ck Being Nearly Too Big For You
Simon And Jealous Sex
Simon Loving The Sight Of You Being F*cked By Him
Simon Letting You Use Him To Forget About Your Bad Day
Simon Sharing You With Johnny
Simon Is a Giver In Bed
Angst Blurbs
You Can't Leave Me
Dreams
I've Got You, Kid
Simon Wanting To Break Up With You Because He Thinks You Deserve Better
Simon Can't Sleep Alone Without You After A Fight
Simon Having A Nightmare About Losing You
Simon Pushing You Away After A Night Together
Fluff Blurbs
Simon telling you he loves you for the first time
Simon Realizing He Has Fallen For You
Simon's Love Language
Simon Coming Home For Good
"I Do"
Asking Simon What His Biggest Regret Is With You
Simon Loves His Wedding Band
Simon Riley And His Kisses
Simon Excited To Call You After A Long Day
Simon Seeing His Family's First Holiday Ornament
Simon Coming Home To You
First Date With Simon
Simon Waking Up Next To You
Simon Comforting You During A Funk
Simon Telling You He Loves You For The First Time
Wanting Simon's Attention While He's Working
Simon Being Scared to Love You
Dad! Simon Blurbs
Simon's Daughter Introducing Him To Her Class
Simon And His Daughter At The Park
Simon's soft moment with his baby girl
Simon's Daughter and Wife Welcoming Him Home On The Tarmac After A Mission
Simon Doing His Daughter's Hair For The First Time
Simon And His Daughter Who Had A Nightmare
Simon Introducing 141 To His Family
Simon Meeting His Newborn For The First Time
Random One- Shots
Soap, The Matchmaker
I'll Take the Big Blue One!
Innate Desire to Protect
Innate Desire to Protect Part 2
Teach Me How To Ride?
Date With Your Lieutenant
Words of Wisdom
What's Your Favorite Color? (Part 2 to Words of Wisdom)
Simon's Bundle of Joy
141 Boys and Others Multi- Character Fics
Smut
141 + König & Alejandro With Reader Surprising Them With Lingerie
141 + König x Fem! Reader Going Down On Them
141 + König & Alejandro Eating Their Fem! Partner Out
141 + König Breaking their GN! Partners Bed
141 + König With Fem!Reader Riding Them
141 + König + LV Cumming Too Quick
141 + König Where Reader Asks Them For A Baby
141 + König Where They Hurt The Reader During Sex
141 + König Where The Reader Squirts For The First Time
141 + König Where Reader Accidentally Calls Them Daddy In Bed
Losing Your Virginity To 141 + König
141 + LV & König Begging Fem! Reader to Sit On Their Face
Giving 141 Boys Roadhead
Fluff
141 + König With Reader Who is a Major Cuddlebug
141 + LV & König x Reader, Where You Don't Say I Love You Back
141 + König x Reader's First Kiss
141 + König x GN Reader When You Slap/Grab Their Ass Playfully
141 + Konig Telling the Reader They Love Them for The First Time
141 + König & Alejandro With A GN! Reader Who Dodges a Kiss
141 + König Where The Reader Wipes Off Their Kiss
Catching 141 + König By Surprise With A Kiss
Angst
141 With Reader Who Uses Their Callsign in Emergency Situation
141 + König Where Fem! Reader Gets Jealous/Insecure
141 + König Reacting To Reader Having A Breakdown From Past Trauma
141 + König Rejecting Reader, Then Regretting It
141 + König Telling Reader They Hate Them In An Arguement
141 + König Crying In Front Of Reader For First Time
Headcannons
141+ Alejandro, Rudy, and Konig w/ Pregnant Reader Headcannons
141 + Königs Favorite Positions / How They Enjoy Sex HC's
141 + König Fluff Headcannons
Other
Ghost/Soap/König's Reaction to Reader Pouring Salt in Their Coffee
How the 141 Boys + König react to the reader getting an epidural
141 + König with a Reader Who Sneezes are Loud as Shit
141 + König Where The Reader Finds Out She's Having Twins
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đ staring. Joshua & Jeonghan x afab!Reader
đź synopsis. Your boyfriends get home from filming, and Joshua is not pleased with Jeonghanâs behaviour during the shoot. Being the amazing girlfriend you are, you allow Joshua to take some of his anger out on you, and there are some big consequences for Jeonghan.Â
cw/tw.  dom/angry Joshua, bdsm themes, mentions of roleplay and shibari, polyamory, throuple, some knife play, blow jobs, face riding, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, vibrator, choking, fingering, spanking, squirting, some overstim, handcuffs, switch Jeonghan, finger licking, etc⊠I petnames. (hers) princess, perfect little doll, baby.
đč rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 5.5k
đ aus. idol au, poly au, established relationship, etcâŠ
âïžÂ mlist + an. this fic has been edited and extended for patreon as of april 2023
Youâve been expecting your lovers to return from shooting a Going Seventeen episode for quite some time, and when the front door to your apartment opens, you turn with a smile⊠only to be met with a blatantly irritated Joshua, and a Jeonghan who looks to be attempting to talk the American down from his rage.
âIt was just a bit of water,â Jeonghan says, pulling the door closed behind them and shutting you in with their fight.
âJust a bit of water,â Joshua mumbles, taking off his jacket and tossing it onto the back of a chair in your kitchen. He takes a deep breath, and then he looks for you, finding you at your station by the stove. His eyes scan you up and down, and you offer a small smile, tilting your head at your boyfriend.
Joshua lets out a humming sound, and you see some of the tension leave his shoulders when he takes a deep breath. âCome here.â He holds his hands out for you and you turn the stove off, setting the lid on your pot to keep soup warm while you humour your lover and step into his embrace.Â
Joshuaâs hands slip around your waist, palms pressing against your skin deliciously while he pulls you close to his chest, looking down at you with a defeated expression. âJeonghan was mean today.âÂ
âWas not.â
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I absolutely munch on these fics.
đ the leaves are changingâgreen fading into golden yellow, burnt orange and radiant redâand the days are getting shorter and colder as autumn settles in. it's the perfect time of year for baked goods, fall foliage, book stores, and to curl up next to (and get under) our favorite man with a plan, steve rogers đ
unlike captain america, i didn't have a plan, but i ended up writing three autumn-themed steve rogers fics, and making three mini moodboards to match and i thought it'd be fun to put them all into a fall collection! i'm excited to share these three new AUs with you all, and i hope you fall in love with each of them just as much as i did!!
this series is COMPLETE. all fics are 18+ so, please, minors do not interact!!! also all the edits of chris are mine, and the divider, so please credit me if you use them!!
đ„ a bun in the oven đ„
pairing: baker!steve rogers x female reader
summary: you wake to the delightful smells of your handsome partner's baking filling the apartment and you join him in the kitchen, where you end up begging him to put a bun in your oven.
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đ a shelter in the storm đ
pairing: park ranger!steve rogers x female reader
summary: a handsome park ranger saved you and offered you a place to stay for the night after you got lost on your hike to look at the fall leaves, but when you're woken in the night, you find more than the fireplace is heating up his log cabin.
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đ a dream in the bookshop đ
pairing: bookshop owner!steve rogers x female reader
summary: it's a rainy autumn day, and you're hunkered down in your favorite local book store reading a new smutty novel, but just when it's starting to get good, the handsome owner discovers you at an inopportune moment.
read it here!
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OH MY GOD
u should write something abt dom wonwoo having to stop to clean your squirt off his glasses, imagine if you laughed at him
it happens too fast. you donât even recognize the feeling creeping up on you until itâs already too late. one second your boyfriend is tongue-fucking your cunt, the next, youâre squirting all over his face.
you gasp in horror and cover your mouth with your hands as wonwoo raises his head from between your legs.
âoh, my god, iâm so sorry!â
he wipes his dripping mouth with the back of his hand and shrugs. âhappens.â
happens? what the hell does that mean?
you canât tell what heâs thinking. did he think it was hot, or was he totally grossed out? heâs never not liked it before but heâs being uncharacteristically quiet.
youâre usually pretty good at reading your boyfriend but for whatever reason you canât right now.
it takes a second before you realize itâs because you canât see his eyes. his glasses, just like the rest of his face, are covered in⊠you and the droplets of moisture on the lenses have obscured whatâs behind them.
the whole situation is so absurd that you canât help but laugh a little, still trying to hide your expression with your hands.
wonwoo takes his glasses off, finally, and wipes them on the t-shirt heâd taken off and thrown aside a few minutes earlier before putting them back on. heâd have to clean them for real later.
âare you laughing at me?â he asks, voice even.
you freeze. ââŠno?â
he tongues his cheek as he looks down at you, cocking his head to the side as if heâs deciding what to do with you.
âi make you cum and you pay me back by laughing in my face?â
âi-iâm sorry, wonwooâŠâ
âand then lying to me about it?â
you gulp. this couldnât end well for you.
âiâm sorry,â you repeat.
wonwoo hooks his arms under your knees and yanks you down the mattress to be flush with his hips.
âi donât think you are sorry,â he sneers, teasing your sensitive clit with the head of his cock, âbut you will be.â
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