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sluttyten · 7 months

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You In My Arms

Chapter 9: The Moment

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summary: the moment finally comes when all the build-up of tension between you and Haechan is released

length: 11,371 words

tags: friends to lovers, general perversion, smut, public sex, slight degradation, slight daddy kink, slight spanking

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You feel boneless.

Warm, satisfied, like a star just after supernova.

Relaxed.

Haechan pulls the keys from your car’s ignition, still staring at you with the same look of awe as he’s been giving you since you came just moments ago with his name spilling from your lips while you looked at him.

You weren’t joking when you told him you might explode if you don’t fuck him tonight.

Ever since he picked you up for this date, you’ve been overwhelmed with lust. You’re sure you’re just extra horny because of hormones, the stage of your monthly cycle you’re in at the moment. But there’s something extra about tonight that’s got you feeling this way. Maybe it’s just the general excitement of going on a date finally with Haechan. The excitement of finally knowing that the feelings you’ve been having for years are actually reciprocated.

You’d had moments of doubt.

Mostly after you told your roommate that Haechan was taking you out. She’d laughed and said, “You're joking,” which had been enough to enter a seed of doubt into your mind, especially when her following few sentences were her trying to back up her disbelief. She’d pointed out the years of friendship that had been absolutely nothing more than just that. She’d pointed out that she thought you two had fucked that time he’d slept over, and she’d figured that it had been a drunken romp and you’d gotten over your crush on him. She’d told you that she assumed that Haechan had just fucked you that time because you’d both been drunk and you had probably thrown yourself at him, and he was a red-blooded male who had been known in school as something of a man-whore.

There also was now a bitter edge to any words shared with your roommate. Her general shitting on your happiness over this date had stuck with you.

So there had been some doubt.

But looking at Haechan tonight throughout the date, all your doubts had been erased.

He didn’t look at you the way that people who only wanted to fuck looked.

And right now, as you feel like you could sink into the material of this seat, remnants of pleasure zipping over your skin and through your veins like little shimmers of stardust, you know that he’s just as thoroughly obsessed with you as you are with him. You more than want him. You more than like him.

You’ve come to know Haechan better and better over the years. Your crush has developed from a silly first-impression crush, to a real crush with feelings and reasons behind it, to genuinely liking him, and now….

You don’t want to say it.

But it feels like what comes after like.

“Are you just going to keep looking at me?” Haechan teases after too long of the two of you just gazing at each other. “Or are we going upstairs so I can fuck you before you explode, like you requested.”

“Fuck you.” You turn your head away, sitting up. You wipe your hand surreptitiously on the inside of your skirt, pulling your clothes back into place. “Aren’t you going to be nice to me, Haechan? This is our first date, so shouldn’t you be, like, opening my door for me?”

He grins, passing your car keys over to you as he opens his door and climbs out. You watch him walk around the car, and he does indeed open your door for you. He even holds his palm out for you to slide your fingers into.

The journey from beside your car up to the door of your apartment is a total blur. Your hand is anchored in Haechan’s, and that sweet summery scent that is cemented in your mind as belonging to Haechan clouds your thoughts.

He kisses you against your apartment door. Your back presses against the outside of it, bitterly cold wind blowing through the open stairwell, but for the moment you don’t care with his warm body covering yours and his fiery kisses stirring up an internal heat that reaches to your fingers and toes. You would be happy to just stand there, kissed utterly breathless against the door, if it weren’t for the boom of a door shutting on a floor above you, the clamor of footsteps descending the stairs.

You fumble for the lock on your door, trying to unlock it without truly breaking the kiss, but you have to peel yourself away from Haechan to look down. Not that it deters him; Haechan kisses your cheek, your ear, your jaw, your throat.

The door flies open behind you just as your upstairs neighbor reaches your floor.

They catch a glimpse of Haechan laughing, his arms caged around you, his legs halfway twisted with yours as the pair of you stumble and nearly fall into your apartment. You kick the door shut behind you, but you’re already moving away from it. Your fingers are twisted in Haechan’s coat to strip it from his shoulders, both of you nearly trip over your shoes as you slip them off while you move towards your bedroom.

It’s like a race to see which of you can get naked first.

Haechan loses his coat and his pants in the time it takes you to pull off the hat, scarf, jacket, and the top you were wearing. His hands burn icily against your sides when they meet bare skin, his fingers still chilly from the cold outside.

“Shit, Haechan. Warm up before you touch me.” You gasp against his lips, grabbing his hands to press them between the warmth of your palms.

He laughs, drawing his hands away as the pair of you pass through your bedroom door, and he leans down to tug his socks off. You peel the long skirt down your legs, stepping out of the puddle of it, and you stand there in front of Haechan with nothing on but a pair of tall socks that have slouched down around your ankles, and those are soon gone too.

Haechan stares at you, alone in the middle of your bedroom. You’re naked and he’s still standing there in his shirt and his underwear, and under the intensity of his gaze, you feel a little self-conscious.

Just as you go to fold your arms over your chest, Haechan moves forward, reaching for your arms to keep them at your sides.

From there, his right hand drifts to your side, skimming up over the skin covering your ribs — such a featherlight touch that it almost tickles — and then his knuckles come to the curve of your breast. With his left hand, Haechan curls it against your hip, urging your hips forward against him as his other hand cups your breast.

“I’ve thought about your tits,” he admits, his gaze intent on your chest, on the weight of your breast in his hand, on the peaks of your nipples. “Ever since the night when we first slept in the same bed, since the hot tub. You were just lying there, and whatever you were wearing and how you were positioned, I could just see your tits perfectly. I remember thinking,” he pauses to lick his lips before continuing, “How badly I wanted to touch them, to have them in my mouth. You smelled so nice too, that the next morning I just about jerked off with my face buried in the pillow you slept on. My pillow.”

Your face glows with heat. His thumb passes over your nipple, and a zing of arousal shoots to your belly.

“Can I tell you something?” You ask, feel your legs tremble slightly.

Haechan nods, his eyes following the way that he circles his thumb right around your nipple.

“That night, when you were downstairs jerking off while watching Shotaro and his girlfriend, while I was upstairs getting myself off too…” You remember cumming around your fingers that night, thinking of him, breathing in the smell of him embedded in those sheets, and just how you’d mingled yours with his. “I thought of you that night. I was in your bed, the sheets and the pillow smelled like you which made it so easy, and after I’d cum, when I was still just lying there with my head on your pillow, my nose buried there and breathing you in, I decided to see how we might smell together.”

Now, Haechan finally looks up, his eyes on yours. “And?”

“And my fingers were so wet and slick, so I wiped them on your pillowcase. To smell us together.” Your heart races with the admission.

Haechan groans.

Then he stoops, both of his arms going beneath your thighs, and he lifts you in his arms, moving towards your bed just a few feet away. He drops you down onto it, covers your lips with his again.

This kiss is slow. It’s filthy as he opens you slowly, exploring every inch of your mouth. Your knees squeeze against his sides as Haechan drops his hips forward.

“That is so gross,” he moans, “And so hot. I wondered why the fuck my pillow smelled so good. It didn’t make sense for it to just be your shampoo. It didn’t make sense why I was so turned on just by smelling what I thought was your shampoo, but now, babe, I really need an actual taste of you.”

Haechan pulls away, leaving you on your back on your bed. You watch him walk back over towards your bedroom door. He flicks the switch by the door, flooding your bedroom with light, and then he swings the door shut.

He’s standing there in a tshirt and tight underwear, lust burning in his eyes. You sit up to look at him just the same way as he’s looking at you, to watch as he reaches down and lifts the bottom of his shirt up. He reveals his stomach, and your eyes trace the scattered constellation of moles over his belly and ribs, over his chest. Your gaze lingers as his shirt comes up and off, brownish pink nipples revealed, a thin silver chain around his neck. His hair is mussed, sticking up a little silly as his shirt falls to the floor, and you smile.

His hands slide down over his chest and his belly again, and then he tucks his thumbs into the band of his underwear.

“What’s with the striptease?” You whine, shifting into a more comfortable spot in your bed. “I’ve seen your dick before, Haechan. Come on over here.”

His lips cock into a smile. “I forgot. Impending explosion over there, aren’t you?”

His underwear drops, and Haechan takes a step forward, striding towards you confidently.

You bite your lip, sinking onto your elbows, and then as Haechan slinks onto the bed on his hands and knees, crawling over you, you reach for him. He covers your body with his, pressing you flat into your sheets, all bare skin on bare skin, and when he kisses you, it’s not on the lips. His mouth is soft and gentle at your throat. Your fingers drag along his shoulders, down his back along his spine, and when Haechan sucks at your throat, lightly pinching the sensitive skin between his teeth, your fingers dig into his ass.

“Haechan,” you moan, a shiver of pleasure working its way through you.

He laughs against your throat. “Say that again. I like the sound of you moaning my name.”

“Mm,” you hum as he licks over your pulse. “Haechan.”

“Again,” he commands, and his kiss drifts down to your chest.

“Haechan,” you sigh, and your fingernails scrape his skin.

Every inch of your skin buzzes, not just the parts that he’s touching. You’ve waited for this, dreamed and fantasized, but none of it lives up to right now. Finally having Haechan skin-to-skin with you, his lips working their way down the space between your ribs, his lips crooking into a smile when his name slips out on another breath. You couldn’t ever truly imagine the high heat rushing beneath your skin as Haechan’s hands move to your thighs, as he slides lower and lower, lips moving past your belly button, as he pushes your thighs up while he fits his body just right and just like that….

“Fuck, Haechan!” You moan, fingers diving into his hair as he lowers his kiss right against your core.

His tongue sweeps through your wetness up to your clit, hands cradling your thighs, angling your pussy towards his face. Haechan tastes you and he keeps going back in for more. He moans as he sucks your clit, as he flicks his tongue, as you continue sighing his name.

Haechan takes his time, savoring your pussy, and you enjoy every second of it. When he progresses from just leaving kisses along your slit to properly licking you out, letting his tongue taste a little deeper, you start moving. You roll your hips, trying to ride his tongue, but Haechan presses his thumbs into your thighs, moaning in protest, trying to pin your hips down.

He jerks his head to the side, scraping his teeth along your sensitive inner thigh, and he bites down.

You yelp, caught off guard but you can’t deny that the burning imprint of his teeth on your thigh turns you on even more.

“Settle down. Be a good girl for me.” Haechan’s tongue soothes over the bite, and he drops a few scattered kisses over your thigh, kissing his way back to your core. “Be patient. You’ve waited long enough.”

“Stop talking,” you whine, pressing your fingers into his hair to try to get his mouth back on your pussy.

One hand lifts to your wrist, and Haechan pulls your hand from his hair to pin it instead against your belly. His other palm applies pressure to one of your thighs making sure you keep it in the position he wants you in as he lowers his head again.

All you can do is say his name, to moan how good it feels, wordless sounds when he moans too and thrusts his tongue deeper, sweet strokes of his tongue that make your world go black for a moment, belly go tight, and that pleasurable tingle you feel throughout your body explodes.

Haechan’s hand twists, quickly tangling his fingers with yours right there against your belly, squeezing as he receives a burst of your taste on his tongue. He keeps going, eating your pussy and all that you give him. He keeps your hips pinned to the bed even though you so badly want to rock your hips against his face to get even more out of this orgasm, but even without it, you’re dazzled and floating in the aftermath. Especially since he doesn’t just stop; Haechan keeps kissing your pussy, sweet little licks against your clit that have the muscles in your thighs twitching.

“Haechan!” You whine, trying to move your free hand down to lace your fingers into his hair, but he grabs that one too. Both of your hands are pinned to your belly as your hips lift up off the bed, rocking against Haechan’s tongue as another wave of bliss rolls through you.

You moan, wrists jerking beneath his hold, but you twist your hands just right so your fingertips reach his hair. He laughs when you tug on that which you can reach, and he draws his mouth away from you.

“No! Don’t stop,” comes the protest from your lips.

He kisses your hip, your belly, mouthing hungrily over your ribs to your tits. Hot lips and tongue, the pinch of his teeth, and he wraps his lips around one of your nipples as you gasp and whimper. You drag a hand over his shoulders and down his spine, the other twisting in his hair, while your thighs squeezing against his hips.

“I fucking—“ Haechan moans against your breast. “I adore you.”

He lifts his head, and you drag his mouth up to yours. Haechan curls one hand behind your neck, his other hand grasps at your thigh, dragging it a little higher as his body settles perfectly between your thighs.

You love it.

You love having Haechan’s body resting against yours, all the heat and softness of skin on skin as you make out with him, as hands explore bodies, as you explore each other entirely. You’re in total bliss.

This is Haechan. Lee Donghyuck, the man you’ve basically been in love with since day one.

And you’re about to have sex with him.

You slide a hand up beneath your pillow, hand searching around, and finally you feel it at your fingertips.

Haechan makes a soft sound of confusion when your hand slips something into his, but when he breaks the kiss to look at what you’ve handed him, he laughs. “A condom. Do you usually keep those beneath your pillow?”

“Wishful thinking.” You gaze up at Haechan as he shifts to kneel between your legs.

He’s gorgeous. It’s ridiculous.

You’ve seen him in various stages of undress over the last several years. But never fully nude in full-lighting. Never at this particular angle, in this particular context. Never with the liberty to drink in every single inch of him. To lower your gaze slowly and hungrily from his eyes, down his chest and belly, to the dark hair around the base of his very hard cock. You can admire the beauty of his thighs, which look invitingly bare, like they’re missing the indent of your teeth or bruises left by your mouth; you can just imagine sucking Haechan’s cock and covering his thighs with hickeys. Not right now, though. Right now your focus drifts elsewhere. You’re free to watch his hands as he wraps one around his dick and the other lifts the condom.

Your belly aches, your mouth waters. You want his cock, to feel his thickness pressing into you. Haechan Is definitely bigger around than any guy you’ve been with within the last few years. Girthier than Renjun and Xiaojun definitely, and with the few guys you’d done anything with while exploring your exhibition kink, the guys at work you’d hooked up with, they’d not been anything to write home about either. But Haechan… decently long, thick around. When you’d had him in your mouth earlier tonight in the car, you’d been pleasantly surprised to feel your jaw ache as you opened wide for him. So you’re certain that he’s going to feel so fucking good inside you.

Haechan tears the condom wrapper with his teeth, then quickly reaches down to put it on.

You’re already pulling him back down over you before he’s fully done.

He resumes his previous position, body pressing you into the bed, his hips fit between your thighs, his mouth on yours. You keep both of your hands in his hair, controlling the kiss as his hands slide along your sides and thighs and tits. And finally he rolls his hips forward, humping against you. His cock slides right against your clit. And then again. Haechan sighs pleasurably into the kiss. He grinds forward, and now you whine again.

“Haechan,” you whine, moan, beg. You need him inside you, sooner rather than later.

Your name is echoed back to you in the same tone of needy desire. And then he asks, “You're gonna be a good girl for me, right? Gonna take my cock and let me touch you however I want?” You nod, but Haechan shakes his head. “Say it for me, angel. Tell me you’re gonna be a good girl for me.”

Heat flashes over your skin, under your skin, everywhere all at once.

“I’m a good girl.” You put on your best face of innocence, fluttering your eyelashes up at him. “I’m a good girl for you, Haechan.”

Haechan’s mouth twitches, like he’s going to say something, but he stops himself and he instead lifts himself up enough that he can watch the moment that he gets a hand on himself and moves forward, guiding his cock. You watch his face as he watches himself, hips pressing forward into the sweet heat of your pussy. Eagerly waiting and welcoming him in, like a good girl should.

Haechan doesn’t take it slow. Not that you want it slow, because you definitely don’t. He thrusts in all at once, and your knees jump up, squeezing his sides, a moan punched from your throat as his thickness stretches you open. One hand in his hair, you tug on his long hair, drawing a similar sounding moan from him, his head dropping forward. He drops back over you, lips seeking yours again.

Your hearts pound together, chests flush while you make out, your bodies rolling together. It’s electric, feeling him everywhere, and your mind is only thinking of Haechan — his smell, his taste, his weight, his cock, his heat, his hands cradling your thighs as he pushes them up to the sides, giving him a little more space to move, the chance to get deeper.

He hisses a little when your fingernails dig into his left thigh, you want him to fuck you harder, deeper, to stay right here against you. In retaliation, he drops his head to your throat, pinching your skin lightly between his teeth. You pull his hair. His breath comes sharp against your throat, and Haechan’s hips snap forward, smacking against your ass. You feel so full as he sinks in as deep as he can, his balls snug against your ass, his hips pressing into your thighs.

“Yeah,” you moan. “Haechan-ah, like that.”

Your hand slides up from his thigh to his ass, fingers pressing into the firm muscle.

“Fuck,” he curses, “You’re taking me so well, babe. So tight around me, it’s like you were made for me.”

Exactly. He fits so well inside you, so wonderfully thick that your pussy has never felt fuller (except the time you tried a really big dildo you bought online). He fills you perfectly, and as Haechan draws back just to push in again, that fact remains true. You cling to his shoulder and his hip, pulling him into you even as he thrusts forward, your pussy squeezes around his cock, and your lips spill his name.

“That’s right,” Haechan moans, “Say my name, and your neighbors are gonna hear. Let them know how I’m making you feel.”

“Haechan!” You cry out, and your mind flashes to your neighbors, like the nosy old lady next door who has loudly complained in the past about the kids living on the second floor who always play in the stairwell, who will leave rude notes slipped under your apartment door if you and your roommate even play music or watch TV too loudly. So she’ll definitely dislike the sound of you moaning Haechan’s name loudly, letting your whole floor know that you’re having a great time.

And then, suddenly, Haechan changes positions, rolling you over on top of him.

“Come on, babe. You were so eager to ride me earlier in the car.” His hair is fluffed out around his face as Haechan looks up at you. “Weren’t you begging to sit on my cock? Show me what you’ve got.”

His hand snaps against your ass, and you jolt into motion. You lift yourself up, hands braced on Haechan’s chest as you begin riding him, pull yourself up his cock just to drop back down. At this new angle, everything feels magnified. A loud, drawn out moan escapes you. You fuck yourself on his cock a few times, riding him like his cock is nothing more than a toy, and then you sink fully down on him, rocking your hips.

“Ah, fuck,” Haechan moans, tipping his head back, his eyes closing. His hand flexes on your thigh, and he opens his eyes again so he’s looking you in the eye as he praises, “I wish you could see yourself right now. You’re always beautiful, but right now, fuck, you’re so pretty, just all…” He lifts his hand from your hip to stroke along your side.

Your pussy throbs when Haechan thumbs over your nipple.

“And the way you feel around me right now….” He moans. “You’re riding my cock so well, angel. I think I could get used to this, let you on top. Maybe sit you in my lap next time we go out to eat with all of our friends, let you keep my cock warm, ride me right there in front of them to show them how much of a good girl you are for me alone.”

Your pussy squeezes around him, increasingly aroused at the idea of doing that. You can imagine it now, a table against your belly, your hands gripping the edge as you roll your ass down into Haechan’s lap. His hands pushing up your skirt, pulling aside your panties, fingers slipping around over your thighs, parting them to either side of his legs as he stuffs you with his cock, lips against your ear as he whispers for you not to make a sound. You can imagine feeling the eyes of the others on you, some of them all too knowingly. Like Renjun and Jaehyun who both know about your thing for public sex, who would see right through any pretenses of innocence.

“Do you like that?” Haechan asks, and he pushes his hands against your bed, pushing upright until his chest is against yours once more, his face right before you. Close enough that he could just dip in and kiss you, but he holds where he is. “I can feel how much you like that. Your cunt is throbbing, sweet angel. And you’re so fucking wet.”

He slips a pair of fingers down between your legs as you move your hips, riding him to your heart’s content. Feeling his fingers damp and slick on your clit only magnifies what you’re feeling, and you whine.

“What?” Haechan asks, his mouth tilting in a smirk. “Tell me, angel. What do you want?”

You lean in, going for a kiss, but Haechan pulls his head back.

“Ah, ah.” He shakes his head. “Tell me what you want. Use your words.”

“Fuck you,” you whimper, with absolutely no bite behind the words.

“Oh? Is that what you want?” He laughs. “I don’t think we’re prepared for that, babe. Maybe next time.”

You frown and whine, “That’s not what I meant!”

And you push at his shoulders.

Haechan just laughs again, and it creates a whole new sensation.

All you want is to kiss him and to cum. Your climax feels so close right now. And you know Haechan knows that. He just wants to hear you say it.

“Haechan,” you whine, “I wanna cum. I’m close. So close, if you just…”

He pinches your clit between his fingers. “Ask nicely. Don’t just beg for it.”

You dig your nails in at his shoulders, and Haechan hisses, but not in pain.

“Kiss me,” you cry out, rocking yourself in his lap, on his cock. “Can you please kiss me, Haechan? Can I please cum?”

A bright heat burns behind Haechan’s gaze. “Go on then, babe. If you want it so bad, just take it.”

So you do.

You sling one arm around his shoulders, behind his neck, and you crush your mouth to his. Haechan eagerly opens up to the kiss, his tongue darting out to tangle with yours, and at first it’s a little bit uncoordinated as you rise up on your knees, pussy tight around his cock, and you drop back down. Kissing him while riding him, aiming for your climax, has you moaning into the kiss, biting at Haechan’s bottom lip. His hands grip your hips and ass, helping you to keep moving smoothly on his cock as your focus starts to slip, the pleasure building.

Again, his name is a mantra from your tongue. Your hips rock in increasingly more erratic motions, your heart racing, body flushed, and you slide one hand down between your body and Haechan’s to get your fingers on your clit. Tight circles as you bounce on his cock and moan his name against his lips.

He’s everywhere, and your senses burst as you realize that. Everywhere is the taste of Haechan, the smell of him, the feel of him, the sound of his breathing and his moans and your name whispered in total awe and admiration as you finally fall apart on his cock. He’s everywhere as your world narrows to his arms around you, his cock inside you, his chest against yours as your heart thunders, his lips caressing your cheek and praising your name.

Haechan tips you backwards until your shoulders hit the sheets, but his hold on your hips keeps them lifted in his lap. He holds himself above you, and fucks into you without restraint.

Your pussy clings to him, pulling him in deeper, squeezing him tighter, milking around his cock to get him to cum too.

You’re a moaning, writhing mess beneath him. Your eyes are dazed with the powerful rush of endorphins. Your skin tingles with sensitivity, but you love the way it feels to have his body colliding so pleasantly with yours — the high heat of where his body connects with yours, the buzz of his fingers whispering over your bare skin as he brings a hand to your chest to touch your tits.

Haechan’s moans and gasps are just as loud as yours now, the sounds filling the room, overflowing with pleasure.

Everything reaches new heights when Haechan hits his orgasm. You pull him down over you as he fills the condom. Your fingers pull at his shoulders, and you kiss him as you both work your way down from your highs. Coming together and shattering apart time and time again, your body shivering against his not because you’re cold but because you’re just so sensitive as he keeps grinding into you, your breath hiccuping in your chest.

But eventually he stops, leaning his weight down against you with only his arms on either side of you keeping him from pressing all of his weight down on you. His fingers braid through your hair, his mouth moves slowly against yours, and you’re just melting into the bed as you kiss him back, fully relaxing and satisfied, completely boneless beneath him. There’s nowhere you’d rather be.

“Don’t.” You complain as Haechan eventually begins to pull away. He lifts himself away from you, but your hands are quick to drag him back down, one at his shoulder and the other at his waist. You wrap your legs around his hips, keeping him anchored inside you.

Haechan laughs. “I’ll come right back. I promise.”

When you don’t let up on him – not that he puts that much effort into breaking your hold – he sighs and kisses you once more.

“Unless you want me to piss inside you, I highly recommend you let me up, babe.”

“I think that might be a bit too experimental for today,” you sigh, and reluctantly you drop your legs from his hips. “Next time, maybe.”

“Gross,” he teases, wrinkling his nose with a laugh. But a moment later, as he slides off the bed and reaches down to carefully remove the condom, Haechan glances up at you to ask in a casual voice, “Is that something you would actually be interested in? I’m not going to judge.”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “We’re both clearly into some things that aren’t necessarily super common kinks. I’m open to experimentation with some other stuff.”

Another laugh from Haechan. “Well, I’ll add it to a list.”

Left bare and empty, you sit up, draw your knees up to your chest, and wrap your arms around yourself. Haechan successfully ties off the condom and tosses it into the small trash bin beside your desk. You just watch him, admiring his bare body, and you bite down on your arm a little to keep from making a lewd comment. Not that Haechan seems to mind; you can tell that he’s basking under the warm glow of your attention, preening a little as he struts to the bathroom.

You don’t leave him alone for long.

He’s just finished up when you walk in through the door he’d left cracked open. Haechan jumps a little, surprised by your sudden appearance in the mirror, but you quickly wrap your arms around him from behind, pressing your chest to his back and your cheek to his shoulder.

“Do you want to shower together?” He asks.

That’s exactly why you came in here. To wash the tackiness of sweat and arousal off your skin. To be close with Haechan. He happily pulls you into your shower, standing with you beneath the showerhead. There’s only some minor distraction from the task at hand when Haechan cheekily pins both of your wrists together and draws them above your head to pin you back against the shower wall, kissing you absolutely breathless until the water turns bitingly cold. You have to hurry to finish rinsing away soap suds, your bodies are both covered in goosebumps as you step out, but it's worth it when you quickly (and insufficiently) towel each other off.

Haechan’s hair is left fluffy and messy around his face, and your laughter emerges from the towel before your face does, but Haechan is waiting right there to kiss you regardless. You drag Haechan back into bed, turning the lights out on the way so that when you tumble into bed and you hold your damp bodies together beneath the sheets, you can pretend like this is going to be innocent and sleepy.

That lasts all of half a second.

Haechan laughs against your lips when you sit on top of him, your hands playfully around his neck. The laugh turns into a moan when you suck on his tongue, but it doesn’t go much further than that. Just making out which devolves into playful kissing which slows until you’re just laying on his chest.

Your breathing syncs with his. His arms wrap around your waist. Your nose brushes his throat with every breath, and you can still smell his familiar citrusy sunshiney scent as it blends with your body wash and shampoo from the shower.

You don’t want to move honestly, but after a while your thigh starts to cramp.

Now it’s Haechan’s turn to grumble out a plea of “Don’t move,” which you ignore as you roll off of him to stretch out your legs.

You don’t move far. You turn on your side to look at him, and Haechan twists his head away to stare up at the ceiling. An uncontrollable smile beats its way to your lips as you catch him checking out of the corner of his eye to see if you’re looking at him.

“I had fun tonight,” you confess, though you hope it was obvious to him. All of tonight, from the moment you laid eyes on him outside your apartment until this second.

Haechan turns his head, and his eyes are alight even in the dark. “Yeah?”

You nod. “Yeah. I really enjoyed the concert. It was special and different. I’ve actually listened to some of Doyoung’s music before. He’s coming up in the industry, from what I’ve heard. I had no idea that you knew him.”

Haechan rolls his eyes a little, and he looks up at the ceiling. “Doyoung’s been destined for vocal stardom since the start. From the first day I met him in one of those music elective classes I took, I knew that he was gonna be big.”

“I forgot that you ever took music classes.” You rest your chin on your hands. “What did you learn? Singing? Instruments? Theory?”

“A little bit of all of that.” Haechan blinks slowly, and you’re utterly enchanted by the color of his eyes in the dark. “I play the piano. I can sing a bit.”

“Well?”

“I like to think I can sing well.” Haechan laughs. “I’ve been singing since I was really little, but I never really did anything with it. Not like Doyoung has.There was a time that I dreamed of being an idol. I had a chance once, my mom offered to take me to an audition for a company, but I didn’t go. And sometimes I still think about it, about what my life would have been like if I’d pursued that lifestyle. What if I’d decided that singing was more important than hanging out with my friends that day.”

You can’t imagine it.

It’s impossible for you, right now in this position with Haechan’s bare thigh resting against yours in this bed, to imagine a world in which he’d gone to an audition. He would have passed of course; he would have excelled and debuted and gone on to great success, enchanting hearts and singing on stages across the world. He wouldn’t have come to your university to sit near you in an orientation group, to become your friend and your crush and your….

You look into his eyes and you see the same thoughts of a parallel timeline running through Haechan’s mind.

He shakes his head. “I still love singing, but I wouldn’t trade anything for the life I’ve had. There are too many things that would have gone differently.” And he doesn’t put it into words, but his hand shifts, sliding up to cover your hand where it rests between your pillows. “There are things that I think my life would be detrimentally lacking in, if I’d taken another path.”

You bump him with your elbow. “Can you sing for me?”

“What? Now?” His eyes go a little wide.

You nod. “Please? Pretty please?”

Haechan sits up, leaning his back against the headboard of your bed. “You’re lucky I like you. I don’t just sing songs for just anyone, y’know.” He scoops your hand up in his, holding it in his lap. “Do you have any particular requests?”

“Nope,” you say quickly. “Anything that you like. Dealer’s choice.” You pull yourself up too, folding your legs in front of you as you face him. Haechan’s eyes fall from your face, trailing down your body before slowly rising to your eyes again.

“I’ve got one.” Haechan licks his lips, takes a deep breath, and begins.

“On a starry night,” he sings slowly, smoothly, clearly. “I hear your voice…”

Haechan pauses when he hears your soft, surprised inhale. You know this song well. He keeps singing You In My Arms. You’ve always really liked this song, loved it since you first heard it, and now Haechan is singing it.

Singing it to you.

Haechan rubs his thumb over the back of your hand, his fingers brush the inside of your wrist. If he can feel your pulse thundering right now, it does nothing to affect the beautiful way he’s singing to you, holding your gaze. If he remembers that you once sang this in front of him, at a party with your friends, he doesn’t make any indication of that.

He just sings to you in this heart-achingly beautiful voice that you somehow didn’t know he possessed.

As he sings, he pulls you around to sit in the V between his spread legs, your back against his chest, and he wraps you in his arms. You’re absolutely enchanted listening to the slow, sweet sound of his voice.

“When the darkness comes and you need someone to lean on,” Haechan croons as he approaches the end of the song, “In my arms, close your eyes. In my arms—” He hugs you tightly from behind, and finishes the song so softly with the last line: “Let’s share a love dream.”

“Where have you been hiding that?” You flip your hand in his so you’re the one playing with Haechan’s fingers now. “I’ve known you for years and never knew you could sing like that.”

A swift kiss lands on the top of your head. “I guess you just haven’t been paying enough attention to me.”

That’s impossible. And you both know it. You’ve paid him quite a bit of attention over the years.

“I just sing a lot in the shower,” he admits after another moment. “Before coming here for university, I used to sing more. I performed at school when I was younger. Tried being in a band during high school. But there just wasn’t time for all of that when I came here. Plus, like I said, I’d already passed on my big chance to do something with a singing career.”

You peel yourself away from his chest, turning around to face him. “That’s not true, you know. You could still pursue music if you want. Look at Doyoung. He’s doing it. Why can’t you?”

Haechan’s expression softens as he looks at you. “And you would support me in that decision?”

“Hell yes.” You nod. “Wouldn’t you support me to follow my wildest dreams?”

He laughs. “Oh? And what would that be?”

For the rest of the night, you sit there in your bed just talking with each other. Sharing hopes for the future and silly dreams from your past. You laugh until your belly aches as Haechan recounts a story involving his siblings. He laughs until he cries when you tell him one of your most embarrassing moments from when you were young, and you laugh right along with him. He pins you to the bed, wrestling with you as you shriek with laughter loud enough to probably piss off your neighbors while he covers your body in kisses and tickles you.

You talk and laugh and at one point you cry. Sad tears, reminiscing on the past. You hold each other and whisper and share smiles that make your heart race.

You could happily talk with Haechan until the sun rises, but at some point late into the night, you drift off to sleep with Haechan’s voice vibrating his chest beneath your cheek. And you’re happy.

Everyone catches on pretty quickly to what’s going on between you and Haechan. At work, you can’t hide it. Every spare moment Haechan has, he’s standing at your desk. Even when neither of you is actually free, you’re exchanging looks and smiles. And then there are the moments when one of you will sneak away to the break room, and the other quickly follows.

“It’s about time,” Johnny comments when he walks onto the break room to find Haechan wrapped around you from behind while you wait for your coffee to finish brewing. There’s nothing inappropriate happening then, just Haechan’s arms around your waist and his lips at your ear. And sure, he’s maybe got his boner pressed against your ass, but there’s nothing actually inappropriate happening, despite what your fantasies might want.

Soon word spreads to everyone that the tension between you and Haechan has finally turned into this.

“And what is this?” You ask Haechan one afternoon.

He’s walking beside you through the parking garage. You’ve just clocked out for the day, but since it’s late winter bordering on early spring, night has fallen early and the corners of the garage are filled with shadows. Haechan had insisted that he walk you to your car, which you of course had no qualms about.

“What is what?” He asks, glancing sideways at you. “This is a parking garage.”

You swing your arm, your bag slapping him lightly on the shoulder. He laughs, and you can’t help but smile even as you roll your eyes. “You know what I mean, Lee Donghyuck! Is this just us dating? Or…?”

You’ve been on a few more dates since that first one. You’ve gone to see a movie, you brought him as your date to an art exhibit hosted by a friend of yours, dinner out at this new place you’d mentioned wanting to go to. Most date nights ended up with you both at your place or at his, whichever place is less likely to have a roommate that night. You’ve been going on dates, yeah, but you’ve also definitely been fucking a lot too. Mostly you’re just learning from each other, having fun and growing familiar with each other's bodies and what you like, and doing a little bit of experimentation and testing boundaries.

“Of course we’re dating,” Haechan says. “And in case it’s not clear, I’m exclusively dating you.”

That’s what you thought and hoped. But that’s not really the answer to the question that you’re asking.

You reach your car before you muster the courage to ask Haechan if your relationship has a proper title. And even then, he distracts you from even trying to muster the courage when he cages you in against the trunk of your car.

“We haven’t done anything like this yet. I’ve heard from you all about your public exploits with other guys, but don’t you think it’s time for you to fuck me in public, angel?” Haechan asks in a low voice. “I’ve been thinking about you all day, honestly. Since the meeting this morning. You bent over the table to hand something to Taeil, and your skirt was just so tight over your ass, I—-“

Haechan cuts his words off, his hand lowering to the curve of your ass beneath your skirt.

Your body reacts instantly, warming under his touch.

“You want to fuck me against my car in this dirty parking garage?” You ask. “Doesn’t that make me feel special.” But your body thrills just thinking about it, arousal pooling in your panties. “And I don’t have a condom on me. Do you?”

Haechan pauses just long enough that you know the answer before he says, “Actually, I do.”

“Were you planning this, sir?” You laugh and push at his shoulder. “I wondered why you were so eager to walk me down here.”

“I mean, it’s part of it. But also it’s dark out, and I’m not letting my… you walk alone to your car in the dark.” Haechan reaches into a pocket of his work bag on his shoulder, and he holds a condom between his fingers. “So what do you say, my sweet angel?”

You pluck the condom from his hand. “I want it quick and dirty. Think you can give me that?”

“How dirty?” Haechan has already got his hands on your hips turning you around so you’re facing away from him, your belly pinned against the trunk of your car.

“I don’t want to be an angel right now,” you say, “I want to be a bad girl.”

Haechan pushes you right between your shoulder blades and you bend forward until your cheek is against the lid of the trunk. His fingers knot through your hair, and with his other hand he reaches for the bottom edge of your skirt. “Like this?”

He jerks the skirt up, revealing your panties and your ass.

You whimper, and his fingers tighten in your hair some. “Answer me.”

“Yes, sir,” your voice is already weak, slipping into a place of submission. “Quick, rough, and dirty.”

His hand smacks against your bare ass cheek, and your pussy gives a throb of arousal, a short moan escapes you, and you’re left craving more. This is one thing you’ve dipped your toes into with him. A bit of dominance and submission, him treating you like a toy, him just using you to get off. You love it, and he always treats you well afterwards, showering you with affection and praise to make up for whatever he says in the scenario.

And that’s all that you want right now, bent over your car with his hand tightening in your hair.

“Don’t move,” Haechan commands. “You want me to fuck you like you’re a filthy back-alley whore, baby? I’ll do it. Gonna use your tight whore pussy to get off, and maybe if you take me well I’ll let you cum too.”

If he keeps talking to you like this, you might cum before he starts anything.

Haechan’s hand comes down on your ass again, and this time the resounding smack echoes around the parking garage. Your body jolts, another moan escapes. And before your mind has recovered from that burst of pleasure, he swings his hand down on the other side. Another smack echoing from the concrete ceiling and floors of the structure.

This time Haechan keeps his hand there for a second, caressing the hot flush of your skin in the shape of his hand. A hesitation to give you the chance to tell him if it’s too much or if it’s not what you wanted. You feel the press of his erection against your other ass cheek, and he’s still got his pants on, though he’s grinding against your ass.

“Pervert,” you hiss. “You’re really getting off on this aren’t you? Fucking me like I’m just some slut, right here where our boss or any of our coworkers could happen by?”

Sometimes you play the sweet submissive, sometimes the brat. Tonight, you’re feeling a little more feisty.

Your words urge Haechan on. His hand in your hair clenches, drawing your hair a little further around his fingers so just a slight tug has your head lifting away from the trunk, with you helpless against him. Again he spanks your left ass cheek, and the way your body jolts from the impact tugs on your hair again. Your panties feel soaked from your arousal, and as Haechan rolls his hips forward, erection dipping into the cleft of your ass, you let out a keening moan.

You’d asked for it to be quick. He got the rough and dirty part, but it seems like he’s dragging this out.

You push your hips back into him, rolling your ass against Haechan’s erection. “Give it to me, Haechan. I need it.”

“Oh, you need it?” His chuckle comes from low in his chest, sending a rolling wave of arousal through you. “Do you need my cock, slut?”

His fingertips scrabble against your thighs, over your ass, up to your hips. He jerks your panties down, and automatically you shift to help make it easier for him to push them down until they fall to your ankles. Your wet core is met by the cool air, and that only serves to turn you on even more.

Again, a new smack to one side of your ass and another quickly to the other side.

“You might think I’m a pervert, baby, but you’re the one with wetness dripping down your thighs right now.” Haechan slicks a few fingers between your legs, right there along your slit. And from the way he has your head pinned to the trunk of your car, with your head turned to the side, you can see from the corner of your eye the way that he lifts that hand to his lips. You can see how he sucks his fingers into his mouth to get a taste of you. You watch as he sucks his fingers clean, as he gets them wet with his saliva, and then he draws them out and quickly slides his spit-lubed fingers inside you.

You gasp, squirming, trying to fuck yourself back on his fingers. You need it. You want it.

He pulls his fingers away.

Heat blossoms across your ass. Stars sparkle across your vision for a second, and you realize that the tight hold Haechan has on your hair is actually kinda painful. But it’s the tolerable sort of pain. All of this is the good sort of pain that you can handle, that you like.

“I said don’t move.”

Distantly, you hear the squeal of tires on the parking garage floor, and for a moment both of you go a little tense. Your pussy clenches around Haechan’s fingers. His fingers loosen in your hair.

“Don’t stop,” you beg, your voice rough. “I don’t care, Haechan. You know I like this risk of getting caught. Don’t stop.”

You don’t care if someone drives by and catches a glimpse. You really, really don’t. You’ll only care if they stop to take a long look or to interfere. And you really don’t think they’re going to be able to see much. Your car is positioned between two much bigger vehicles — an SUV on one side that sticks out of the parking spot more than yours does, and on the other side is a big utility van which also does a good job at blocking the view from that direction. People speed through this parking garage all the time, so by the time that someone driving past could be able to see around the other cars to see what you and Haechan are doing, they’re already going to be gone.

Haechan doesn’t stop.

His fingers remain a little bit loose in your hair so you can turn your head so you’re looking forward through the back window of your car. The muscles in your neck twinge a little bit.

Haechan pulls his other hand away from between your legs. He kicks your ankles apart lightly with one foot, though you have to pull one foot out of your panties to allow them to spread far enough. Haechan pushes your skirt up again, then you hear the sound of his belt being loosened. He reaches around you, grabbing the condom from where you still have it pinched between your fingers.

“Ready for it?” Haechan asks, and you can hear the condom wrapper being torn open. You hear him softly groan as he rolls it down along his length, then the sound as he spits into his hand, and lastly the wet sound of him lubing his cock with his spit.

“Haechan!” You whine as he just stands there, stroking his cock without putting it in you.

Your ass stings when he spanks you again. “Ask for it nicely.”

A car goes zooming by behind you in a burst of loud music and a wave of rushing air. As you suspected, they’re gone before they could have possibly seen anything.

In the silence that follows that car’s passing, Haechan smacks your other ass cheek. “Ask for it, slut.”

God, you like this.

“Please, I need your cock. Can I please have it, sir?” You whimper, squirming even though you know that he told you not to move. “I feel so empty without you inside me, and it aches, it hurts.” And the little cherry on top of your plea is the final: “I need Daddy’s cock to fill me all the way up, let everyone know…”

“That you’re mine,” Haechan growls, and he pushes inside you.

This is where the quick and the rough parts of your request come into play. He fucks you rough and fast, hitting deep, disregarding your pleasure to chase his own, which is exactly what you want right now. You want to feel like Haechan is using you, fucking you dirty in this public parking garage.

Another car zooms by behind you, and this time you swear you hear a voice call something out, but Haechan doesn’t stop. You reach a hand back, twisting your fingers in his shirt.

His cock feels so amazing where it stretches you open. Each time he thrusts forward, you can feel him deep, deep in your belly, hitting all those spots that make your toes curl in your shoes.

Your moans begin to grow, and that means that they begin to echo.

“As much as I love hearing you moan for me, I really need you to shut up,” Haechan groans, and his fingers tighten in your hair again, and this time when he tugs, it’s really more of a yank. He lifts your chest up off the trunk, making you arch your back as he brings your head back.

“Quiet down for Daddy, babe,” Haechan demands, his voice low. “Unless you really want every single person in this entire parking garage to know what a slut you are for my cock.”

His teeth graze your earlobe. His hand applies the perfect amount of pressure against your throat, and between that limiting of your ability to breathe and the pain in your scalp, you think you might just float off on cloud 9. Haechan’s body has you pinned against your car, your hips colliding with the trunk each time he pulls back only to thrust in deeper. Your knees and hips ache, your ass stings in the shape of his handprints, and all of it combines into this perverse sense of pleasure.

“Such a fucking good girl,” Haechan moans into your ear. “Yeah? You’re taking Daddy’s cock so well, slut.”

Your eyes burn from unshed tears. Usually you do prefer the aftercare praise, but this evening the degradation and rough use is just doing it for you. You’re going to cry, but only because you love it.

Haechan pulls again on your hair. His lips glide along your cheek, and his hand lets up on your throat.

“Tell me you love it,” Haechan demands. “Tell me how much you love taking Daddy’s cock like a whore.”

Your eyes roll. “I love—“ your voice is a slurred gurgle as Haechan drives his cock deep into you again. You try once more, saying, “I love your cock, sir. I love it so much. No one fucks me like you do.”

Haechan’s breath comes in sharp pants against your cheek. His hand slides from your throat down over your chest, sinking to the apex of your thighs.

“Love it, I really do.” You moan, your head lolling back on Haechan’s shoulder. His fingers swirl in mind-numbing circles on your clit, and again you slur through the sensations of your rising climax, “I can’t get enough of you inside me, like, fuck— I, oh my God!”

Haechan’s fingers fall away, and your orgasm recedes.

Tears finally spill from your eyes, a sob cracking from your throat. “Haechan, please, I—“

“No.” His teeth nip at your earlobe again. He grinds into you, as if he can possibly fit his cock any deeper inside you. “Not yet.”

Again, his fingers return to your clit, and he plays the same game. He gets you right there to the edge before he backs off and leaves you crying, begging for it. He does this three times before you can’t take it anymore. You feel like your knees are about to give out, and a guttural plea of “I need to cum, please?”

“Can you cum on Daddy’s cock?” Haechan asks. “Why should I let you?”

“Because my pussy was made for Daddy’s cock,” you whimper, shivering as Haechan brings his fingers once more to your clit, and this time the circular strokes don’t fall away when you feel your climax cresting, instead Haechan keeps going as your orgasm washes through you.

“Oh, God,” you moan, delirium and delight taking over as you sigh, “I love you.”

Haechan pulls back only to slam back in, grinding in deep as his hand tightens again on your throat, and he cums into the condom. He presses himself over you, pinning you once again fully against the trunk of your car. You can feel the hot pulse of his cum as he fills the condom; his heart thunders against your back, his hair brushes your cheek. Haechan is everywhere and everything to you in that moment.

He recovers more quickly than you do.

Haechan pulls out of you, tugging your skirt down to cover your ass once more. He turns you around and cradles your face in his hands. He rests his forehead against yours and begins praising you softly, kissing your nose and cheeks and your lips.

After a few moments, you’re the one to push him away as another car rolls by. This one is the slowest of those that have passed by, and you catch an unfamiliar face staring at the way you and Haechan are embracing. There’s nothing obscene happening now, and there’s no way that they can tell that his cock is still out, though they might notice your panties trailing from one of your ankles.

You decide to abandon the panties because they’re stretched and a little torn from Haechan’s efforts, and besides that, they’ve been on this nasty parking garage floor. You’re not putting that dirty material against your pussy.

Haechan seems at a loss for what to do with the tied off condom, just standing there holding it in his hand. You can’t help laughing, reaching for his bemused face, pulling him in to kiss the expression away.

“Can I come over tonight?” Haechan asks when you pull back.

You nod, plucking the condom from his hand. You walk away to a nearby trash receptacle that’s already overflowing with waste. You drop the condom into an uncovered styrofoam cup. Haechan is still standing there beside your car, unmoving, watching you with this indecipherable look in his eyes.

“You can get in the car, y’know.” You pat his chest when you reach him, and he quickly wraps an arm around you, drawing you against his chest. He kisses you again, a thorough kiss that leaves you absolutely breathless.

“Get in the car,” he tells you, “I’ll drive.”

So Haechan drives you home. He comes up to your apartment with you. He jokes around with your roommate (who has since come around and apologized to you for being a bitch when you and Haechan first started dating) while you change out of your work clothes. You cook an early dinner together with him, which the prep time consists of a decent amount of him caging you in against the countertop and kissing you while your dinner is on the verge of burning. Your roommate sits on the sofa eating her dinner, making disgusted faces at the two of you and telling you to get a room.

And after your dinner meal is fully prepared and plated, you and Haechan take your plates to your bedroom and close the floor.

You pull a movie up on Netflix, and you watch it together while you eat, and then you fit yourself between his legs to lie back against his chest with his arms around you.

At some point during the movie, you suddenly realize that Haechan isn’t watching the movie. He’s probably not been watching it for a while, but you’re only just noticing. He’s playing with your hair, looking down at your face where your head rests back on his shoulder. Just looking at you with the light of the movie illuminating his face. His eyes gleam, but he doesn’t look away when you catch him.

“What?” You ask, “Have I got something on my face?”

Haechan shakes his head. “No, I’m just thinking.”

“Mm, about what?” You watch how his expression changes, shifting away from that open way he’s been looking at you to a more closed-off distance. “You can tell me, Haechan.”

He loosens his fingers from your hair, instead trailing the backs of his fingers along the line of your jaw. Then he says, “Back on the night I first kissed you, I told you I like you, and you never said it back.”

Your heart gives a strange lurch in your chest. That’s what he’s been thinking about? Does he think that you don’t like him too? What does he think this has all been about?

“So you never said it, and that’s fine.” Haechan’s fingers trail down over your shoulder. “You never said those words ‘I like you,’ but earlier, when you were cumming…. Did you mean it?”

Mean what?

“It was the heat of the moment, so I get it if you didn’t really mean to say it.” Haechan pauses entirely, gazing down at you, searching your face.

What had you said? You wrack your brain, trying to think back into that heated, hazy moment. You remember moaning as the wave of your orgasmic delirium pulled you under, but had there been words involved? You know how you were feeling in the moment, and if you’d put it into words you would have said—

You gasp a little. “Oh, I mean…”

You hadn’t meant to say it. Not those words. You’d been feeling them for sure, but you hadn’t really articulated them, even to yourself. But now, you’re sitting here, wrapped in Haechan’s arms, having told him those three big words.

You hadn’t meant to say them, yet you had said them. They were out there in the universe, ringing in Haechan’s mind enough that he was still thinking about them a few hours later.

And you do feel that way. You know it. So is it the worst thing that you’d blurted them out during sex?

You nod, holding Haechan’s gaze.

“I think I’m in love with you,” you tell him gently, haltingly, unsure of how he’ll receive the confession.

Haechan’s features warm up, a bright smile appearing. “You sounded a lot more confident in that answer earlier. Will it make you more confident again if I just….” He leans in, and you turn your face more towards him. Haechan kisses you, his arms around you. This kiss is sweet and slow, the kind of kiss that makes you feel like spun sugar left out in a summer rain, dissolving a little more with every touch.

Haechan lays you beneath him in the bed, his forehead against yours as he ends the kiss. Your name is just a sigh from his lips, and he brushes his nose against yours, then he tells you in a voice filled with tender certainty, “I love you.”

And again a moment later, “I love you,” and he kisses your nose. “I love you” with a kiss to your cheek. “I love you” with a kiss to the other cheek. Haechan kisses all over your face, punctuating each kiss with an “I love you” until your entire body is flush with heat, your heart beating fast, and your tongue is twisted around the words too, your mind moving too fast to be able to work with your tongue to tell Haechan confidently that you love him too.

You capture his face between your hands, holding his cheeks in your palms, and you keep him there hovering right above you.

“I love you. I’ve probably always been in love with you, honestly,” you say as you stroke your thumbs over his cheeks. “And if you keep kissing me and telling me you love me like this, you’re going to have to call me your girlfriend.”

Haechan laughs. “I do call you my girlfriend. Are you not calling me your boyfriend?”

Your face is definitely warm. “We hadn’t talked about it. I just tell people you’re…. You. You’re Haechan. My Haechan.”

He smiles. “I like that. Your Haechan.”

Fireworks burst beneath your skin when he kisses you again, when his hands and your hands begin to roam each other's bodies. You peel his shirt up and over his head. He rucks your shirt up beneath your tits. You just want to be skin to skin. You want to feel Haechan all over you. Everywhere inside and out.

“Just so you know,” Haechan says after a while when you break apart again, things slowing down. “Your Haechan has been in love with you for a long time too. Longer than I was aware, I’m sure.” His thumbs stroke along your sides, and you shiver a little. Haechan just smiles, and says, “I’ve definitely loved you for years, and when that shifted from just loving you to being in love with you, I’m not sure. But I really love you. A ridiculous amount, honestly. You’re going to be sick of hearing me say it.”

Now you laugh, pulling his mouth back down to yours.

The pair of you pass the words back and forth between the kisses. Exchanges of “I love you” that are so sickeningly sweet, going on until you’re too tired to kiss him any longer. You just lay your head down on his chest, both of you sunken into the warm, happy glow of your romance as he holds you in his arms.

a/n: there was a time that I considered ending the story here, but there's still a bit more that I want to say, some more smutty scenes that I wanted to write! I hope the burn finally burning was good for you all! There's still more to come!

Also! The part where Haechan sings the song 'You In My Arms' is a song that he actually has covered a few years ago, and you can find it here

As usual, thoughts, comments, likes, reblogs, stream of consciousness-ing in the tags, all that stuff is always welcome and appreciated! Thank you for reading! Chapter 10 will be posted next Tuesday, and it's going to be from Y/N's pov again

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Hello, I really loved your writing for Wednesday and was wondering if I could request something.

Reader was hurt badly on the final fight and Wednesday gets worried about her, gets emotional just as she did with Thing. She doesn't leave reader's side until she wakes up and when she does she can't help but hold her because she thought that was it for a moment, and maybe confesses her feelings? You can elaborate it as much as you'd like, I'd just like for that to be the general idea, love some hurt/comfort.

Much love. <3

‘ DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS .

Wednesday Addams x Female Reader.

SYNOPSIS. wednesday addams never cried for anyone, not until she held you fighting for your life, desperately trying to stay alive to return the whispered confession. ( 4.15k words )

NAVIGATION. part one - part two. masterlist.

WARNINGS. major angst. character death ( reader’s ). unproofread. english not being the author’s first language.

NOTE. written in second person’s point of view. another love by tom odell being the angsty essential to produce this fic.

REQUESTED BY. anonymous. thank you for your lovely words, and for trusting my writing to create a perfectly stomach churning plot! do enjoy this work.

LISTEN TO WHILE READING. optional. another love by tom odell.

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𝗜𝗙 𝗪𝗘𝗗𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗗𝗔𝗬 wasn’t worried about braving the ancient face of Crackstone before, she definitely was now. Not because she was scared of him. It’s because you were the most idiotic person she knew. What were you doing in a battle that you shouldn’t be in? Were you even aware of what you were getting yourself into? She wanted to know what was going through your mind when you marched in the courtyard without a weapon or anything to protect yourself with. Just a glare that wouldn’t do anything.

The fire burning so fierce dancing with the breeze turned slow. Everything seemed too leisure for her liking when she spotted you standing there. It was as if the world had stopped spinning, but it couldn’t possibly now, could it? Xavier was mad enough to try and help, and now you? What were you going to do? Why were you even here?

You weren’t glaring at the pilgrim. You were glaring at her. The blade that was in her possession had shattered and her attention was turned to you. That was the last thing you needed. You hated Wednesday for being the centre of everything because you knew it meant sacrificing so much, even herself.

She used to love seeing you angry and defeated, but not like this. Not this way when you were getting defeated by the monster that stood before her and not her. Not when your hair moved with the wind so slowly as she met your gaze while watching the fire burn in your eyes in the middle of danger. She felt weaker.

You were a vulnerability. A phenomenon in which she, herself, couldn’t even explain.

Paying attention to the movement in your peripheral view, your eyes darted to the figure, slowly coming to the revelation that it was Bianca, in all her grace, standing not so far away from the distracted pilgrim.

You heard a victorious crackle emit from the old man’s mouth, and that’s when you knew. You quickly turned to Wednesday who was trying her best to suppress her noises of struggle. It just made you angrier. Your heart skipped faster in your chest as your mind ran circles in your head, putting it all into shambles that made it difficult for you to think. This anger had neer been felt by you before. It was suffocating, restricting, and it tightened your chest to the point that you almost gasped for air. That’s when you recalled what you came there for.

To help Wednesday put Crackstone back to where he belongs.

You shut your eyes and found yourself a moment before opening them again. When the young Addams thought you had nothing as a weapon, she was wrong. Locking eyes with the siren, you nodded and lifted a hand to reveal the lustrous object from your back. Using your ability, you passed the dagger to the girl who took the blade, understanding the task that she now shouldered.

However, that didn’t provide you much comfort. Wednesday was looking at death straight in the face and your trembling body didn’t stop to just stand around and watch. Your feet dragged you hastily a few feet away from Bianca.

This caught Crackstone’s attention as he slowly turned his head to you, grinning like he faced the Devil in front of him and made a sacrifice for a deal. You couldn’t even describe the disgust and fear you felt as you saw his face fresh from the dead.

“Those who intrude shall join the abomination in the depths of hell!”

You stared at him, narrowing your eyes as you swallowed your spit cautiously to watch his every little move that could be used against you.

What were you doing? You looked stupid! Wednesday’s furrowed eyebrows already said it all. Her heart pounding in her chest almost ripped her open when she saw Crackstone raising the sceptre in his hand, about to conjure such a damage on you. She hated that she couldn’t do anything but look at you, mentally telling you not to do what it is that you’re going to do and run to safety.

You lifted your arm slightly and tried your best to pull the sceptre away, but all it did was drain your energy and create a tension that you couldn’t even control, yourself. You were pulling his source of power, but it seemed as though your telekinetic ability wasn’t enough to do anything. Crackstone was far more powerful. You didn’t stand a chance.

You raised your other hand and conjured an object to hit him in an attempt to distract his attention from the focus he had on his sceptre. He didn’t budge and destroyed it to pieces.

“Enough!” He shouted and with a move of the mace, you were thrown across the courtyard, your back hitting the stone pillars causing you to descend to the ground with an aching body and a sharp grunt.

“Y/N!” It was unrecognisable as to who yelled for your name, but you were tired.

You were shaking extremely now. The statics ringing in your ears became deafening to the point that you didn’t hear what the next thing was. Your vision got blurry, and dark spots started to patch up your vision. You closed your eyelids shut numerously in an attempt to recover, and as you did so, you caught the bits and pieces of what was occurring right in front of you.

Bianca groaned as she toppled on the ground just the same as her. Crackstone looked unfazed as he stood with a stab, the fiery blaze of fire appearing on his back to his lower chest. He turned and soon, it was your turn as you stood. He took the blade to make use of it, but you weren’t having it. Not to Bianca. Not to anyone in that courtyard, except him.

You swiftly got on your feet, ignoring the statics and the migraine that had formed once you stood up. Your limping feet dragged you in front of the siren as you stopped right there with the dagger whipping past the air at lightning speed.

You were getting sick of lifting your hand, but it was needed this time or anyone in this courtyard is dead. You tried to stop the blade from rushing towards you, and for a second, you thought you did.

That was when you caught the smirk on Crackstone’s face. You knew it wasn’t good. So did Bianca. Your eyes widened in fear, but you didn’t have much time to react.

When with that, the blade pierced through your flesh with the sound of the metal cutting through your skin and burying deep in your body as you let out a shortened gasp. With pursed lips, you looked down and saw the dagger on your lower abdomen. The blood was quickly seeping through your clothes, shining under the joined light provided by the moon, the stars, and the fire that Wednesday thought used to burn in your eyes.

Before you completely succumbed to the dizziness was the sight of Crackstone turning to Wednesday. Then, it blurred. All your eyes could gather was the fire getting fiercer in the form of Crackstone’s figure. Was it fire? You didn’t know, but you heard the low monstrous scream that almost made you let out a victorious cry.

But once the final disappearance of his body started in the blaze, it burst into a powerful surge of what his power once was, causing a strong wave that wiped the fire off the courtyard.

You looked at Wednesday who returned the gesture as she glared at you with her sharp narrowed eyes. You plummeted to the ground shortly after with Bianca rushing over.

Wednesday marched forward and pushed the siren aside in haste as she kneeled down next to you. Your breaths were hitching, your hand laid on the dagger, stained with the red hue of your metallic blood. Beads of sweat started forming on your forehead which felt odd to you as you began to feel colder each minute.

“Don’t you dare pull out the knife,” Wednesday’s command made you groan. You could feel the metal in you, and it was the most discomforting sensation.

Wednesday didn’t know how to act or feel. She didn’t even know what to think, but the fact that you laid there on the ground, bleeding out as you trembled made her lose her mind. She couldn’t have that or else she’d lose her composure.

“I’ll call for help,” Bianca proclaimed before running out of the courtyard.

But that wasn’t the end of it all when you and Wednesday’s ears perked up at the sound of a gun cocking in the distance. And lo and behold was Thornhill with a gun in her hand, aimed at the girl who slowly stood up to confront Laurel.

“You brought a gun to a sword fight. It’s probably the first smart decision you’ve made today.”

“I might not get to kill all the outcasts, but at least I get to kill you, Wednesday.”

You groaned and shut your eyes from the stinging pain, your eyes getting tired to keep wide open as yet another fight occurred. Laurel had her gun pointed straight on Wednesday, but it was as if you didn’t feel the pain when a bee appeared followed by Eugene with his bright smile that seemed to crack the tension into two, replacing the delight of the moon to the shine of the sun.

You could’ve exceeded the amount of the stars of thanking him for saving Wednesday, but your breaths were getting shorter, and you knew there and then that this was probably the last time you’ll ever feel your heart beating in your chest.

You swallowed the lump on your throat. No, you can’t cry. Not now. Not here on the ground.

“Eugene, search the school for an emergency medical kit. Make it quick before I dig a grave.”

Wednesday turned to you, not wasting another minute to rush next to you again. She put her hand on your chest to feel the pound of your hope inside. You didn’t like this weak profile of you in front of the girl you so badly wanted to defeat just because you saw a bit of yourself in her.

( Cue the start of the music )

You always hated your reflection, hence why when she attended Nevermore, she had become nothing but a walking mirror yet also an ironic form of what you despised.

She despised you equally. You always gave her that stare she didn’t like. Wednesday found you to be a scuff on the floor she’d walk past on, but you became addicting to defeat that even winning against Bianca had become pointless when she spotted you in the crowd and challenged you in the archery field.

“It hurts,” you mumbled shakily as you tried your best to hold a noise down your throat.

She hated that. She hated that it affected her. Wednesday shouldn’t care for you, not after all the pent up anger she felt when you were around. Not the anger that made her want to stick around you more in order to rub it in your face that she was so much better than you tried to prove yourself to be.

A noise escaped your lips.

That made her close her eyes. She never did that. She wanted to remove the sight of you in front of her, and she thought it was just because you looked so human — weak. Or was it because of the hurt that she felt in her stomach? She has had enough. She wanted cotton to block her ears from your noise. You had been suppressing the noises, but God, this noise was different now. You were suffering, and it made her stomach churn once she noticed that she knew that.

Why would she know that about you?

“Wednesday,” you called, your voice being something she couldn’t get herself to listen to but still tried.

She opened her eyes and clenched her jaw.

“You’re about to cry.” Wednesday remarked dryly, hiding the fact that it made her want to stab her eyes for noticing such a detail. “It’s unnecessary.”

Who was she kidding? She had an arrow that pierced through the flesh of her shoulder and it already stung. What more a stab that she knew what felt like? Especially twisted. It was an electrocution with tenfold the increased voltage on the maimed part of the body. It wasn’t just that. There was more to it than she saw from you now.

You chuckled. “Yeah, I thought that too.”

You didn’t want things to end like this. Wednesday wasn’t a mirror. She was a similarity that you had an opportunity to know and relate to. You had a chance for her to be your friend, but instead of taking that chance, you looked at her like a competition just because you hated the aspect of yourself that you tried to link with her.

Wednesday tensed up when your bloody hand found hers on the dirty ground. Your fingers touching hers making her head spin faster than the Earth on its axis. There was a sensation there. On the spot that your cold hands inflicted upon the place of contact. A slight feeling that caused her to look down at it, her eyes going from anger to something gentle and unexplainable. You were holding her hand. She wanted to process that in her head.

You were holding her hand.

Wednesday wanted to kill after the contact, because the look you had on your face mirrored hers. She knew it wasn’t a good sign.

“Can we pretend like we didn’t try to kill each other for the whole term?” Your voice was barely a voice. The question had become a whisper that only she could hear.

No, no. You weren’t doing this. She didn’t want it. She didn’t need it. The young Addams never asked for it but why were you doing it? God, you were stubborn. She hated you so much!

But you were you. There was nothing she could do about it. You were your own person, and that’s perhaps . . . Wednesday looked at your joined hands once again. It made her feel.

You made her feel.

Every aspect of you made her feel alive.

She thought she’d known thrill and the concept of romance all her life, but she was sure that every bit and piece of what she knew about it could be matched with this — this fluttery feeling in her stomach. The spark crackling on her skin that you were in contact with. Your eyes sending shivers down her spine. This state of you that angered her so much. Her knees shaking from fear of having no one in Nevermore to compete with once again.

Why did she feel this way?

She was supposed to despise you. Wednesday pursed her lips. She looked down at yours. There was a night that she pondered over why the first thing she kept seeing was your lips when she saw you. Then, after that one thought came the billions in her head when she lied still on her cold bed in the middle of the night that would sometimes even last until the light of dawn. She thought it was just because she hated you.

She thought it was just because you provoked such an emotion in her that was far too complicated for her to comprehend. Now, Wednesday wanted to test a theory, but was there even a theory to be tested, or was it the truth?

“I never hated you.”

She heard laughter from you. Was it funny that she said that? Was that statement pointless to you? Did it mean nothing? Wednesday’s eyes narrowed, her eyelashes doing that thing you usually found amusing.

You looked away and focused on the blanket of stars glinting so brightly above you. You let out a breath, “Huh.”

Should you tell her the truth? “Since I’m dying, I think you deserve the truth.”

That made her look up at you again, tearing her gaze away from your hand again. you almost laughed at her if you weren’t so badly injured now.

“I think I never hated you too, Wednesday.”

If an instrument was checking the pounding of her heartbeat, the machine would have gone crazy as the lines came in shambles. It was the same for you, but how would you know? You — why was she staring at you like that?

Why were her eyes the ones glossy now?

“You’re about to cry.” You commented, ignoring the sharp pain that started to become worse now that you thought was like the one before. You didn’t think much of it. Yes, it was painful, but why would you? “It’s unnecessary.”

You gasped at yet another pain. Your hands clutched hers, making her shift in her spot, her fingers squeezing you back.

That didn’t help your already dying heartbeat. There was more to what you said before, but you had to refrain yourself drom embarrassing yourself in front of her just in case this was the last.

And you were sure this was your last.

You vowed never to fall for the traps of love, most especially its romantic form. You saw and experienced many things that you never wanted to look back on ever again. However, you hated how your wall slowly crumbled down for Wednesday who almost shared the same perspective as you, although hers was more glum and grim. Yours was about the matter of love. Hers was about life.

Maybe this similarity was the reason you managed to be close to her. Not that close. Just this close. Just this in which you’d share the peace in front of the quiet lake without saying another word. Just holding each other’s gazes on occasions and looking away, with you clearing your throat and her bumping your shoulder to the point that it would ache later on for no reason. Just stealing glances at certain times while the other was accompanied by another at the Rave’N. Just fighting most of the time. Just acting like nothing happened the next. Just ignoring each other’s presence while looking back when walking past each other in the corridors of Nevermore.

“Y/N?”

You gasped, “I can’t — ” You panted for air again, “Breathe.”

“Don’t speak.” Her trembling hand removed its grip from yours as she stood up, frantic yet graceful when she spotted and obtained the blade she banished Crackstone with on the ground. The girl cut the edge of her long skirt and proceeded to take a long piece, careful not to make her own shorter than it should be.

She then proceeded to kneel down next to you. No, you weren’t leaving her hanging like this. Your truth was barely the truth, and she wnated to hear from you. She badly wanted to hear your voice again in full volume, in that pitch that she always knew.

Wednesday cried for Thing, but God, you? She knew she’d fill an ocean. This couldn’t be happening to her again.

She hated you now. She hated how scared you were making her feel in that moment. Were you even aware of what you were doing to her? She was supposed to be in her best composure, handling this in a graceful way that wouldn’t require her to shake so much, to curse in her head just because you were struggling.

Why did she care?! She cared so much it was too unnecessary, and her eyes were starting to water from this sight of you.

The girl wrapped the cloth around the knife that she couldn’t pull out. She put pressure on the spot but her heart dropped to her stomach the most when a tear escaped your eye.

Wednesday’s eyes widened. She quickly took you by the shoulders and laid your head on her lap in a hurry. Now was the time that she didn’t know what to do the most.

You couldn’t leave her like this.

She couldn’t bear it. She wouldn’t.

She wanted to spend another moment alone in the quiet in front of the lake, staring at your reflections and stealing glances over the water.

She wanted to ponder about you at night, questioning why it was your lips first that she captured when she looked back at you when you passed by each other in the hallways.

She wanted — no, demanded to see your annoying face that kept popping up in her nightmares and daydreams to show up beaming at her, laughing at some stupid joke someone told.

Your life story can’t just end like this.

What was she to do without you? Wednesday could imagine a world where it was just you and her living off the taunts of each other, competing to wind, but enjoying each other’s company.

She envisioned you laying your head on her shoulder after a long exhausting day, ranting to her about how your day went. She could envision herself just nodding, being the same old her that people often thought did not care enough.

Did you care enough?

Because she did. Enough to hold you in her arms, to embarrass herself in front of you.

How the mighty have fallen for the graces of someone like you? You thought.

“If you die on me, I will make history repeat itself just to bring you back and I'll stab you again myself.”

You used what bit of your energy was left to quirk your lips up to form a curve. You liked Wednesday.

It was clearer than the water you occasionally stared at for hours in her company.

“Out of all the people in the world, the ones I share the same blood with, used to tell my secrets to,” you quietly gasped for air to continue, “This, Wednesday Addams . . .”

Your clutch on her arm was starting to loosen as your eyelids started to slowly drop down to meet the darkness.

“This is the only time I feel given a damn about.”

Wednesday’s eyes didn’t know which to focus on. They darted on the dagger, the blood, the cloth, your eyes, your parted lips — “Y/N?” That was the first time her call for someone had a frantic frightened tone.

Your hand on the ground without another sign of movement was a touch of something that amde her feel as if someone had poured acid in her stomach. Her hand made its way to your cheek, not caring whether the blood on her hand got on your face.

Why weren’t you waking up? Why weren’t you opening her eyes and shooting up from the ground to tell her that you were just joking? She didn’t care if it was a fucked up prank, as long as she knew you were still there.

But no, God no, you weren’t.

“Wake up, Y/N.”

She shook you, but there was nothing. She placed two fingers on the side of your neck to check your pulse but she couldn’t get any sign of it.

A tear fell.

Wednesday halted. The girl touched her cheek, wiping the drop of what she vowed never to do again and leisurely examined her finger that shone with the wet surface because of the tear.

There she knew.

Wednesday wished she had realised it before, but no, it took you reaching the end of your own life story before she could even understand.

She knew a bit about you.

She knew you were Y/N and that you used to live in a small home in a small town in Romania where you had a family that pushed you around just because you were an outcast. That you had a gift that none of them could accept, for it was deemed to be witchcraft or that it made them insecure to use as a reason to make you feel small.

She knew you used to have friends who spilled all your secrets that made you fall from your grace. From being at the top down to the six foot level underground.

She knew you had a fling. She knew it didn’t end well. She knew your family put you in Nevermore to get rid of you and find yourself.

She knew that you cried yourself to sleep, knew that you believed that no one cared.

She knew what was going on in the back of your mind when you wiped away your tears in front of the lake.

Wednesday just wished she never looked away when she saw who you were. She wished she never resisted what it was that she felt.

Because what you went through? She knew it was that much of a cut and the stab that Crackstone had done to you was the thousandth.

Or maybe it was the words that were left unsaid?

AUTHOR’S NOTE. part two will be coming up soon! this will be edited tomorrow since it’s so late already and i have to wake up in about four hours again. if you want to get tagged for the next part, just leave a comment. thank you!

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Power Play // Chapter 1 // Hockeyplayer!Noah AU

Tropes and tags: RPF:AU hockey player romance, angsty romance, hidden relationship, forbidden relationship, smutty, MF, multiple POV.

Content Warning: angsty romance, hockey player shenanigans, locker room talk, smutty, aggressive hockey players, PinV, MF relationship, possessive male, protective male.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

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I sank into the faded beige couch in our cozy two-bedroom apartment, soaking in the last moments before everything would change. Through the open window, the sweet scent of yesterday’s rain drifted in on a gentle breeze, reminding me of all the lazy spring days spent here with friends. Marissa plopped down beside me, and I felt a pang in my heart realizing how much I would miss this—being with her, my best friend and rock through the chaos of senior year. Now, a few months out after graduation, a bittersweet nostalgia washed over me. I etched each detail into my memory: the worn fabric beneath my fingertips, the birdsongs outside, Marissa's quiet presence. Soon we'd close this chapter, but the memories we made within these walls would blossom in our hearts for years to come.

The last four years of nursing school had flown by in a blur of late nights studying and early mornings in clinicals. Now with our bachelor's degrees finally in hand, my best friend and I found ourselves at a crossroads. Where did we go from here? I was tempted to jump right into a job at the hospital we'd done rotations at, but ultimately decided a few months off would do me good. Time to decompress after the whirlwind of college, and spend some much-needed quality time with my dad before launching into my nursing career. Though the future felt wide open and uncertain, I knew this break would help me recharge and figure out my next steps.

I gaze at my suitcases lined up by the door, like soldiers ready for battle. The rest of my belongings sit sealed away in cardboard coffins, soon to be shipped off to my father's house. In a few short hours, I'll board the plane home, leaving this chapter of my life behind.

I glance anxiously at my phone. The Uber is ten minutes away, coming to ferry me to the airport and the imminent end of my time here. Ten final minutes before my ship sinks into the sea of memories.

Part of me thrills at the thought of going home. But another part dreads that I won't summon the courage to uproot myself again as I did to come here. I feel caught between the familiar comforts of home and the terrifying freedom of the unknown.

As the minutes tick down, the nerves and sadness swell within me like the tide. I'm unsure if I'm ready to leave, but the choice has been made. My bags are packed. The car is on its way. My ship is sinking, and it's time to go down with it.

Marissa grasps my hand, intertwining our fingers in a familiar, comforting way. "This is just a new chapter for us," she says gently. "You know we'll find our way back to each other soon. Just give me a few months to settle into my new job, and I'll come out to Cali for a long overdue visit." Her words wrap around me like a warm hug, reassuring me that our bond can weather any storm.

As we stand from the couch and fall into a tight embrace, I can't help but feel a pang in my heart. Her messy bun tickles my nose, and the familiar scent of cleaning products and lavender clings to her old sweats and university tee. We had spent all day tidying the apartment, scrubbing away remnants of late nights gossiping over takeout and movie marathons. With each swipe of the washcloth, another memory got wiped away.

My phone pings, the Uber waiting to take me to the airport. I cling to her a little tighter, not yet ready to let go of my best friend. We'd been through so much together in this little apartment - late night study sessions, tears after bad breakups, celebrations after every accomplishment. And now we had to say goodbye.

I feel her tears dampen my shoulder as we sway back and forth, the unspoken "I'll miss you" hanging thick in the air. This isn't the end, I know, but as we finally pull away and I gather my bags, my heart breaks nonetheless. One chapter was closing, but a new adventure awaits for both of us.

She helps carry my bags down to the curb where the driver puts them into the trunk of his SUV. We exchange one more hug and a few tears before I climb in the backseat, waving goodbye out of the tinted window till she is out of sight. I pull out my phone shooting a quick text to my dad that i’m on the way to the airport. He wasn’t so much of a worrier, but he’d be upset if I didn’t at least warn him.

The afternoon sun peeks through the clouds as I drive down I-5, weaving past exits for Tacoma and Federal Way. The leaves on the tree limbs turning a faded shade already line the highway, a sure sign of Autumn in Seattle. Before I know it, I'm pulling up to Departures at Tacoma International Airport, the scent of coffee and jet fuel mingling in the air. Two overstuffed suitcases roll alongside me while my backpack bounces on my shoulders.

After checking my bags, I meander through the terminal, watching businesspeople rush to their gates while families herd overexcited kids onto flights. My flight isn't for another hour, so I find a seat by the window overlooking the tarmac. Planes taxi and take off as I confirm my hotel reservation. I could've stayed at my dad's place, but I know by now my old bedroom has likely become his at-home office. Anyway, it'll be nice to have some independence on this trip back home.

The call comes over the intercom: "Now boarding Flight 784 to LAX." I grab my carry-on and hustle to the gate, eager to secure my window seat near the front. The line inches forward as passengers jam the jetbridge, jostling for position. I finally reach my row and hoist my bag into the overhead bin. As I plop into my seat, I peek out the oval window at the tarmac below. Ground crew in neon vests scurry around the plane, making final checks. The cabin door slams shut, and we lurch into motion. The engines rumble as we gather speed, pressing me back into the headrest. My pulse quickens in that familiar pre-flight rush. The nose tilts up, and we're airborne! Home, here I come!

The LA sun hangs low in a hazy orange sky as I collapse into the hotel room's plush queen bed, weary from a day of travel. Cleaning and packing left me exhausted, so I had to cancel dinner plans with Dad despite his obvious excitement on the phone. He mentioned some "proposal" he has for me - likely another attempt to get me to ditch the hotel and stay at his place instead. But this modest room has everything I need - soft carpets, textured walls, and pillows galore.

After a long day, the thought of going back out into the bustling city streets makes me weary. I decide to unwind in the cozy confines of my hotel room instead. Stepping into the shower, I turn the heat up high, letting the warm water envelope my tired muscles. As steam fills the air, I feel the stress of the day wash away. Wrapped in a plush robe, I settle into the comfy armchair and flip on the TV. The sports channel is covering the latest NFL news - the FortyNiners are gearing up for a big pre season. But soon they switch over to hockey, and my ears perk up. It's an update on my dad's team! I lean in, eager to catch every detail and stat. The lively commentary of the sportscasters fills the room as I relax into the overstuffed cushions.

"Folks, the Rooks are looking like a force to be reckoned with this season," the announcer says with enthusiasm. She’s blonde, wearing a gray suit and enough makeup to cover her crows feet and forehead wrinkles, "Coach Brody has lit a fire under this team during preseason and you can see it in the intensity of their practices and scrimmages. The offense is clicking and putting up big numbers, but don't overlook the tenacious defense - whether it's the starting unit or the backups on the ice, these guys are shutting down opponents left and right. The Rooks are hungry for a championship and have all the pieces to make a deep playoff run. If they keep up this level of play, we could be in for an electric season with the Rooks!"

The Rooks take to the ice, a blur of black jerseys with fiery red numbers, names shining under the arena lights. Skates slice and sticks flash as they circle the rink, putting on a show for the cameras.

“Goalie McClain is a steel wall with his saves.” the announcer gushes as the footage switches to practice - the puck rockets toward McClain's net but the goalie drops, gloves flung wide to make the save. You can almost hear the ice spray and skate blades carve as the team flies around the rink, hockey poetry in motion. The Rooks glide and dash in a choreographed dance, aggressive and graceful all at once, as their dark uniforms and gear mesh into a cohesive force.

The defense barrels towards their opponents with unrelenting intensity, their eyes locked in a fierce glare. "Sanchez is proving himself as the team's starting center this season," the announcer declares, her voice rising with excitement. "Sebastian and Karlsson - the league's top defense duo - are an unstoppable force!"

A tender smile spreads across my face as I gaze at my father's team, my heart swelling with pride. My phone chimes softly, lighting up with a new message from the coach.

Dad (04:45PM): Visitor pass will be at the front desk of your hotel in the morning. Should get you into the rink for the game on Saturday and tomorrow. Come down to the rink after four, we will grab some dinner once I'm done with practice.

Curled up under my warm blankets, I open my phone to a new Snap from Marissa. Her selfie pops up on my screen, a pouty expression across her face with the words "miss you" scribbled in playful handwriting. I can't help but smile, picturing her exaggerated faux sadness at our time apart.

The sun melts into the horizon, casting an amber glow over the Los Angeles skyline. Palm trees dance in the gentle evening breeze as the city begins to wind down for the night. The view from my hotel is stunning, with the skyscrapers silhouetted against the vibrant sunset. I open the blinds to take it all in, the concrete jungle transformed into a sea of gilded light. There's a magic in the air at this time of day, a tranquil beauty that washes over the urban landscape. For a moment, the hectic pace of LA seems to fade away. I breathe deeply and let the fading light soothe my soul, appreciating the simple joy of a perfect sunset over the city of angels.

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hyukaslvr · 1 month

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strong enough | J. Jungkook (2)

<series masterlist

pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

genre/tags: idol! Jungkook, idol! reader, idiot exes to lovers, slow burn ; k-drama feels (our beloved summer but not at the same time), angst, drama, fluff, smut

warnings: foul/explicit language, alcohol consumption, unhealthy coping mechanisms, feelings of helplessness, insecurities; commitment issues & emotionally constipated characters, panic attacks, reader is harsh towards Jungkook, Jungkook is a meanie!, mentions of old abuse (major trigger warning!!), talk about blood and wounds

w.c: aproxx 10.2k

series summary: you and Jungkook have too many personal problems, during and after your relationship and it keeps getting brought up. you both had tried multiple times to ignore the fact you were both struggling mentally and physically due to your workplace, but you always run back to each other. maybe one day, one day you'll get back to each other, with all your problems handled, maybe not. all you want is for him to shine like he always does, all he wants is you.

a/n at very bottom!

the mirrors of your practice room were foggy, the heat radiating off of your whole groups bodies as you worked your hardest to perfect all the choreographies to your newest album. you worked especially hard since last week, you took a long time to really think about what happened.

“we both know you’re just as messy,” Jungkook spat at you, you bit back your tears and fought your conscience screaming at you to walk away. this isn’t something you would just walk away from, not with your boosting ego.

“this is why we won’t work out, Jungkook, you’re acting like a bitch. fix yourself, i’ll fix me. i thought you were doing better, but it seems like you’re still the dick you were during all our fucking arguments,” you grabbed your belongings and starting walking away from his frozen figure, his words hitting him like a brick in the face. you came out here with him hoping you could talk to him, make him remember the reason why you weren’t communicating things or in contact, but he just proved to you why you shouldn’t have came.

Jungkook sat back down, right where you sat, thinking over things. anytime he would see you, he felt this rage build up inside of him. the rage coming from nowhere, yet appearing whenever your pretty face shows up in his sight. he hates it. he swore to control his anger, the way he acted when things didn’t go his way, but apparently anger management isn’t enough for him.

it’s not that he hates you, he adores you, he loves you. but sometimes, he feels like he can’t stand you. you act like you have everything in your life sorted out, when you don’t, not without him. it might be toxic of him to think of you that way, but it’s true. you know it’s true, deep inside and past your wall that you’ve built up for no one to see behind your cute personality set for the stage. only he knows the real you, at least he thinks, and he knows you have a shit ton of problems just like him.

Jungkook clenches his fists, his knuckles turning white at the thought of how he spoke to you. you don’t deserve that, but at the same time, he rightfully believes you need someone to put you in your place sometimes. but at the same time, you wish someone would knock some sense into Jungkook and make him grow up, even if he grew up way to fast, he still is childish as ever when it comes to talking about things.

you snapped out of your state of thought as one of your members patted your back, telling you to drink up some water before starting again. you wiped your face with a towel before gulping down half of your bottle, tossing it on the floor, and starting up again. thank god that you have therapy tomorrow, you thought as you stand in position once again, waiting for the music to start up.

“he said that to you?” your therapist questioned, jotting down notes quickly so you can speak more about how you felt during that moment. you felt angry, sad, all of the above. out of all people you thought would understand, Jungkook was the one you felt would. yet, he opens his mouth and speaks mean words towards you like he always did when he was struggling, never able to control what he says. but who were you to talk, you did the same things, but you were for sure better at controlling it.

“i thought we were ready to talk about why we actually broke up, i thought i was to say at the least, he for sure wasn’t,” you sighed, picking at your skin around your fresh pedicured nails out of habit. it breaks your heart, seeing him that way, he only acts like that when he’s in a deep place. you can visualize him going home, and immediately changing into work out clothes, beating on his punching back until the chain gives out, his knuckles bleeding with open wounds.

but then again, who’s ever ready to talk about a long relationship ending? at the time, walking to the park in the freezing cold, you felt ready. you walked high and proud as you were side by side with the man whose heart you constantly break. maybe he did have the right to act that way, but it still hurts coming from him. yeah, you had to figure out your shit, but so did he, so him acting like that felt hypocritical.

“darling, no one is ever ready to talk about why relationships end the way they end,” she starts again, it’s was like she was reading your mind as you sat there quietly in thought, “maybe you should of waited, but know you know for sure that now isn’t the right time to get back together, no matter how much you both want and crave it,”

“we’re like the same person, at least i like to think so. i just want him to understand why i do what i do,” it makes your head hurt thinking about reasons why he couldn’t try to understand you at the least, it was the least he could do along with loving you. he was always so unreasonable with mental health.

“just give him some time to think about what he said and how he can fix things over time, time heals everything,” bullshit.

you felt like a mess, sitting in front of the vanity mirror as you get your hair fixed by your stylist, her sweet smile as your eyes reached hers in the mirror comforted you in the slightest, you just had to get through tonight and then you’ll be able to be alone in your dorm room, in the comfort of your own bed.

“feeling anxious?” your leader lets her head fall on your shoulder, smiling at the glitter in your inner corners and poking your cheek in awe, “you’ll be okay, at least you’re pretty and have curly hair,” her finger twirls the curl resting in the small ponytail in your hair, letting it boing back to place.

once your stylist was done, she spun your chair to face your leader, who bent down to fix the curls in your face, cupping your cheeks once she was done and smiling down at you, “i just wish to be home right now,” you sigh, practically melting into her hold and she squishes your cheeks in response. you wanted to cry, the amount of promotions you had this week drained every last bit of emotion out of you.

“just put a smile on that frowny face of yours, get out there and look as cute as you always do during fansigning, we’re gonna have a party tonight!” you groan in response, she lets go of your face to cross her arms across her chest, noticing your negative response to the idea of partying, “what’s wrong with getting wasted after all these promotions? it’s not like anyone else will be there,”

that was a lie, you sat in a corner of your shared house with group after group showing up and partying, while you just wanted to be in your bed. maybe if you get drunk enough, you can dance with a random and have some fun tonight, you thought while staring at your other members already claiming other males to dance with. the lights flashing making your head hurt, as you stood up to get another glass of your drink.

there was yelling going on around you, but you chose to ignore it and downed half of your cup before heading towards your room, planning on locking your door and drowning all the noise of the party out with music. but your heart and feet stopped when hollers from the front door caught your attention. the person who took feet away from you, you wished to disappear out of his sight. no, it wasn’t Jungkook, right about now you wished it was instead of the monster who stood close in front of you, but far away at the same time

Choi Jaehyun, also known as the dick that cheated on you, also known as the abusive alcoholic you had dated, also known as the reason for the way you were now. one little glance towards his way made you gag, in shock and disbelief that he would dare to even show up here. the first thing he did was grab a beer, like he always did at his house after hitting you like you were the cause of all his problems.

it makes you ache, your heart especially knowing you loved his shit ass self at one point, thinking that he would change if you just covered up all the marks he would leave on you. after that relationship was over, your leader swore at you to never get back into another relationship until you got over him. you were over him, to say the least, but not over the way he made you feel. he made you feel worthless, ungrateful, unworthy, like a weakling.

“you think you deserve to be out there in the spotlight, like the bitch you are?” he spat in your face, his hands close to your face making you feel like something was coming towards you.

“baby, please just sit down and listen to me-” another smack hit your cheek, the tingling burned and made you call out in a cry, “jaehyun! please, stop and just have a drink-” you gasped out, the tears burned your eyes but slightly cooled the heat of your cheek.

“drink some more, is that what you fucking what? you want me more drunk so you can run away again?” he grabs your cheek hard, pulling it as he backed you against the cold of the refrigerator. you tried to focus on the loud humming coming from the damn thing, instead of the burning sensation of his hand pinching at the same place he just whacked you, “you’ll never be able to get away from me, not again, baby,”

the tears flowed from your cheeks, his body now facing you as your memory fades away to a new one standing infront of you currently. the look of his face, like he didn’t expect you to be at your own groups party, what a fucking idiot. before he could walk towards you, you grabbed your drink and stormed past him, ignoring the ringing affect his call of your name had to your ears. you told yourself, that where ever he was, you weren’t going to be, never, ever again.

you left the house in nothing but a thin jacket, you walked until your legs gave up on you. once you sat down, not knowing where you were or where your legs were walking you to, you looked up at the dark sky. the lights of the stars twinkling above you, giving you some comfort of the unbearable memories you had. you wished you could just deleted everything, every moment you had that with sick man. but it stays with you, like a parasite eating away at your skin.

you sniffled as you calmed down, whipped out your phone to dial someone, anyone to come get you and to be in the comfort of someone’s arms. you scrolled and scrolled, hoping to see someone’s name that warmed your heart at the sight of it. your eyes scoped around your contacts, hoping for anyone’s name to pop up.

Park Jimin. you quickly dialed his number, knowing he would pick up in a heart beat, like he always did for you.

“are you sure you’ll be okay on the couch? my bed is just as comfortable, even more at that,” he spoke as softly as you remembered, he tucked you into the couch and making sure you were comfortable enough to sleep away your puffy eyes.

“i’ll be okay out here, Jimin, i promise,” Jimin was the only other member, besides Hoseok, who knew about you and Jungkook. he allowed you to come over time to time when ever you and Jungkook would have problems, problems that were always better than what Jaehyun ever put you through. you believe that why you always went back to him, back to the comfort of his aura because he truly loved you. he loved every bit of you, but he couldn’t handle every bit of you.

Jungkook would never, you thought as you rolled over, facing the back of the couch as Jimin accepted the fact you chose the couch over his bed and went upstairs to get some sleep for himself. Jungkook had his angry issues, but he would never show abusive tendencies towards you, no matter how mad he was. he never raised a hand towards your way, he never laid a finger on you. it took you awhile to trust him, but that trust never once left even after you left him multiple times. but, to never bring up the memories that made you feel like a burden, you never once mentioned your past relationship, no matter how many times Jungkook would beg to talk about your exes.

“you should start writing in your journal again, _____” Jimin spoke over his shoulder, his hands working on making your eggs the way you loved them, “i know that helped you at times like this, even if i don’t know what actually happened for you to end up 10 minutes away from my place,”

“it’s better not to talk about it, for my sake,” he nodded in agreement, letting you know he won’t budge any information out of you since he knows the way you looked when he picked you up from the random street you sat at. you always wanted to tell him about your past, what changed you into the mess you are now and why you can’t seem to stay stable at any current time of the year. just because it happened years ago, doesn’t mean it doesn’t affect you to talk about it, even if you trusted someone with your life, “you know what? that might be a good idea,” you spoke up after the minute of slience between you both.

you’ll write about everything bothering you, maybe you’ll be able to pick at the pieces broken inside of you to figure out how to handle all of your problems with Jungkook, but mainly yourself. you always need to put yourself first, your therapist would tell you, no matter how badly the other person is struggling, and you stood by that.

you never wanted to leave Jungkook, you never wanted him to feel like he wasn’t good enough for you love. you wanted him to feel like he was on the top of the world with you, to make him feel important and loved the way he should. what he doesn’t know, is that he was the reason you wanted to get better. he always told you, that you deserved everything heading towards you that was good. if the good was getting better and becoming healthy, hell yeah, you deserved that shit like it was a grammy.

so once you got back to the dorms, letting all your members and your worried leader know that you were at a good friends house after the party, you headed to your room with a fresh new notebook, ready to jot down all your feelings and thoughts that you let eat you alive everyday.

to my past, fuck you, sincerely. you deserve nothing, you don’t deserve to take over my life. i will get rid of you, i will get better, i deserve to be happy, i deserve to become a butterfly instead of moth. moths are pretty, but trust, i will be a beautiful monarch.

cheesy, you know that, but it’s true. so true that you continue to write until your hand cramps around your pen. you will get better, it just takes time, but time definitely does not heal everything.

a/n: i low-key hate writing angst, but here we are! this is a reminder that you are not alone if you’ve ever went through abuse or trauma with abuse, you will always have people out there for you and you have help too. there are hotlines on top of hotlines, please don’t be afraid to speak up about it, no matter what. i love you all, and never feel like you can’t reach out to talk to me, dm me about anything! you are all worthy and beautiful and deserve the best🩷. here are some hotlines: 1, 2, 3

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tatumtater · 1 year

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summary ; joel shows back up to lovers quarrel with unexpected cargo and an unexpected present waiting for him.

pairing ; joel x reader

warning ; grief, heartache, not sure, head my warning

tease ; " you just left. " " yes. that was an asshole move. i'm sorry. " a/n ; so part to for you little tator tots, i tried to push this out quickly while part one is still fresh in your mind. i hope it meets to you every heart desire. i'm still learning my writing and do write most of my stories of very short sentence prompts. requests are open so if there's something you'd like to see, let ya girl know. i hope everyone got tagged correctly. your thoughts whether they're good or bad is always appreciated. i tried pushing this out as quickly and as thoughtful as i could but i had writers block for hours unsure how i wanted to go with this.

part one

" joel? "

your heart thrashed in your chest, pounding in your ears. you feel as if you could vomit right there. unsure of what to do, unsure of what your feeling. grief, heartbreak, anger? you became frozen in your thoughts, your heart sinking into an unknown pit of agony as you stared at the two outside the fence. blinking yourself back to reality, you looked over at nicholas, ushering him to let them in. your heart ached seeing him here, he was suppose to come back for you and four years later he didn't show up until today. sucking in a breath, and batting back the tears, you waved an arm toward joel and his guest. " bill and frank will want to see you but just a heads up, frank isn't doing to well..he hasn't been. " you sighed, hoping the appearance of joel will brighten the mans spirits. taking a breath, you released the anxiety that had rippled through your body moments ago. you needed to buy yourself time. you weren't prepared for the sudden drop in from joel four fucking years later.

taking the memorized path to bill and frank's it was agonizingly quiet. no one said a word but the girl he had with him, usually muttering something under her breath. pushing open the fence to the men's home, you smiled, greeting frank on the porch who painted. " afternoon frank, how you feeling so far today? got you a special someone i'm hoping that will clear up these sunday blues. "

his eyes glanced over at the three figures walking his way, pushing the gate open and up the steps, you planted a small kiss on his cheek. " joel! long time no see, been what? a million years? " frank chuckled out and small smile laying on his lips. joel huffed a chuckle out, " only what it feels like huh? " it was silent after frank courted a small nod, mumbling about ' yeah sure does. '

you dusted your hands off your pants, feeling your hands clammy with the tension. it was tough you could cut it with a knife. " well if you won't excuse me, i have to go, thomas will be needing me soon. " you gave frank a pat on the shoulder, heading down the steps. a small nod to joel and his guest, " i'll be at the white house at the end of the street if you guys need anything but i think leslie might be the best bet to help. " pushing the gate open and closing it behind you, you. a small wave goodbye and you headed down to your house.

tucked into bed, thomas snuggled deep into your side, gripping the soft fabric of your shirt. you laid there, exhausted but with a million thoughts running through head, your fingers messing with the bangs of your toddler. his soft breathing and relaxed face breaks your heart more as you realized how much joel has missed out on his child, how much tomas has missed out on his father. but the sadness turns into anger. but are you more angry at joel for leaving or more angry you didn't tell him before he left, leaving you to raise him alone in this cruel world. you rolled over onto your side, leaning your head against your child's, studying his face. if joel laid eyes on thomas he would know instantly that he belonged to him, the similar features on his face laid upon thomas's. you brushed your fingers across his cheek, planting a small kiss on his head before shifting out of the bed.

you weren't going to bed, not anytime soon anyways. you grabbed your rob before making your way down the creaking stairs, hoping thomas was in a deep enough sleep to not be woken up. you grabbed a small glass of water from the kitchen before making your way out the front door, not shutting it fully behind you. the cool breeze of the mid night air wrapped around your legs, causing you to shiver slightly. you sat your cup down on the small side table by the porch swing, sitting down and sighing. one leg hanging off the swing your pushed the porch, swinging slightly becoming lost in your own thoughts.

" y/n, " the voice was rough but in a hushed town, so lost in your own mind, you didn't see joel making his way up the porch, " couldn't sleep? " you shook your head, " not, not really. you? " " no, i reckon not. don't sleep much these days anymore though. may i? " he asks, motioning to the swing. you move your leg, straightening up on the swing. it was an awkward silence, internally wanting to get up and go inside to completely avoid him at all costs. you cleared your throat, shifting nervously, " did you find what you were look for out there? did you ever find him? " joel interlocked his fingers, staring at the ground and nodding slightly before glancing at you, " yeah, i did. he's um married now, got a family. he's doin' alright for himself. " a family, he has a family. something you yearned for, something for thomas. " that's good " you muttered out, avoiding looking at him. your heart ached, it felt empty. you just wanted to reach out and touch joel, to feel the longing feeling of love from him. you missed him, you missed everything about him, the rough exterior but the soft side he only showed you. the air shifted as joel leaned back, swallow hard, " bill and frank talked a lot about you and someone named thomas. i'm glad you found someone. " you snorted, laughing slightly as much as it pained you. did he really think you moved on? that you just forgot about him when he never came back? " you just left. " he rubbed his chin, taking a deep breath. " yeah. that was an asshole move. i'm sorry. " " no- you just left and never came back, like you promised. you promised you'd come back and you didn't. you left me here to raise thomas on my own. you never fucking came back. "

joel's face scrunched in confusion, " wait- thomas isn't- you're not- what the fuck. so you didn't find someone? " you scoffed, standing up from the swing, turning your back to him. " no joel, i didn't. i waited you said you were coming back, you never showed and i ended up raising my child. our child on my own. " panic struck inside his chest, his heart pounding. for the first time since sarah's accident, joel felt scared. terrified. the thought of being a dad against never crossed his mind, he never wanted to be a dad again, not in this world. maybe if the world went back to normal, he could see himself settling down again. you grabbed the handle of the door, pushing it open, " i wanted to tell you joel, the day you left. but you didn't love me like i loved you so i didn't pry. thomas had me, he has me. i raised him while my heart was broke. i put a smile on my face everyday and worked my ass off for thomas to have a normal and simple life. i was alone. that's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend. " you went to shut the door behind you, but the palm of his hand stopped the door, " i love you y/n. i lied. i thought about you every damn day. i thought about turning around so many times. " your heart broke more, you were uneasy, not sure to believe his words, " you can't come back and just say these things! " your voice was hushed and it lingered with venom., " i was alone. do you not realize this. i'm all he has and he's all i have. "

joel shook his head, reaching for your hand, " no " you huffed, choking back tears, eyes focused anywhere but him. your breath was uneasy and heavy. " look at me, " he demanded, moving his hands to your neck, cupping your face and using his thumbs to brush against your cheek. you looked up with glossy eyes, meeting his through your eyelashes. " we're going to do this together, alright? i'm done leaving your behind. that was a mistake i regret every fucking day of my life. " your hands moved for your sides to his shirt, gripping it tightly. his thumb brushed your bottom lip before his pressed his against yours, every wall you had put up faltered, your guard was down and you were vulnerable.

" i'm never leaving you again. "

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fordohyon · 9 months

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BEAR MASCOT...

PAIRING -

Kim Woonhak x GN! Reader

SUMMARY - (not really s summary but a preview(ish) thingy??)

You sigh as you remove the heavy mascots head, a cool breeze from a fan chilling your flushed cheeks. You notice one of the basketball players standing behind you. Number 23. "I never knew you were a girl," he comments. "Or pretty."

TAGS -

fluff, fluff, and…. fluff!!

WARNING(s) -

mistaking reader for a girl, calling reader pretty, Mutual pining? maybe being too short. English isn’t my first language so please expect grammatical & spelling errors 😭

lmk if i left out anything,, Not proofread!

WORD COUNT - 1.3k

A/N - should i make this into a series??? also plz tell me if there are any grammatical errors or what. I'd also really appreciate it if you give me feedback and reblog!!

It's been precisely two hours since you donned the bear mascot outfit representing your school. You only agreed to do it because no one else volunteered and thought it might be fun. However, the experience has been anything but fun. With only 30 to 40 minutes left in the costume, you are counting down the seconds until you can take it off.

The basketball jersey, hat, and shoes the bear is wearing are decorated with your school's logo, with the school's signature colors of yellow and green accenting the trim, number, and player names. You are thankful that nobody from other sections knows it's you inside the costume; otherwise, you would feel incredibly embarrassed.

You check the time and realize that 20 minutes have already passed. You hope the game will end in the next 10 minutes or so. A few students request a picture with you, and you oblige them. Five more minutes pass, and the game is nearly over. You can’t wait to get out of the mascot outfit and take a shower.

Sweat drips down to your ankles, causing you to shiver. This is the longest you have ever worn the mascot, 2 hours and 10 minutes.

After what had seemed about an eternity, the game finally finished. All of the players and spectators collected their belongings and fled. Except for a handful who freshened up or spent time with their friends prior to heading home, unfortunately for you, Kim Woonhak happened to be one of those individuals, for whom you were growing feelings.

Once everyone had left, you finally had the chance to rid of the ludicrous costume that had caused you to sweat profusely. Though you noticed a few lingering figures in the vicinity, you chose not to approach them, assuming they were likely teachers, janitors, or guards. As you removed the mascot's head, a cool breeze struck your face. you were taken aback to find Kim fucking Woonhak standing there, his jaw dropping and eyes bulging in what appeared to be an utter shock - as though he had just witnessed the most unbelievable thing in his life. "I... I never knew you were a girl, or uhm.. uhh... pretty!" Holy shit. This is extremely mortifying. You can't even begin to express the depths of humiliation you're feeling. The fact that it involves Kim Woonhak, the person you've had the most obvious crush on since sixth grade, makes it incredibly, excruciatingly, so intensely humiliating. Is it just you or does it seem like the fan isn't working?

"Thank... you?" The words slipped out of your mouth, your voice wavering with uncertainty. As you fidgeted with the bottom half of the mascot, your hands betrayed your nervousness. The expression on your face told the whole story - a mix of embarrassment, anxiety, and the discomfort of being caught off guard. Sweat trickled down your forehead, emphasizing the redness that flushed your face, a combination of the stifling heat and the overwhelming humiliation of the moment. Woonhak's unexpected presence only intensified your unease, leaving you at a loss for words.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to catch you off guard. I-I was just checking if anyone was here since I was uh, gonna lock up the.. uhm... gym!" Woonhak stammered, his apology filled with genuine concern. He tried his best to shed the awkward tension that enveloped the air but fell short in his attempt.

"It's alright. No need to apologize," you reassured him, your voice trembling slightly. "I wasn't expecting anyone else to be here either. I assumed it was just teachers and guardians. Guess we both got caught off guard." You utter as you took hold of the lower half of the costume, a sudden chill in the air sent a shiver down your spine. The contrast between the hot and humid gym and the cooler surroundings intensified the discomfort, further adding to the already awkward situation.

Woonhak nodded in agreement, his eyes still fixed on you with an intensity that made you feel self-conscious. You tried to disregard it, but the emotion only grew stronger. You wished you could just evaporate- or at least get out of this sweaty, reeking costume.

As you struggled to remove the rest of the bear suit, Woonhak stepped forward to help. You were grateful for the gesture, but it only caused you to feel more exposed and vulnerable. You tried to focus on the task at hand, but your hands were quivering so badly that you could barely get a hold of the zipper.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, you were unburdened by the costume. You took a deep breath of fresh air and felt the calm draft wash over your sweaty skin. You turned to thank Woonhak, but he was already walking away, his head down and his hands playing with the fabric of his jersey.

You felt a pang of disappointment, but you couldn't blame him for wanting to get away from the awkward situation. You gathered your things and headed out of the gym, feeling fatigued and embarrassed. you couldn't help but replay the uncomfortable encounter in your head, wondering if things would ever be the same between you and Woonhak.

As you make your way out of the gym, you notice Woonhak and his group of friends looking at you. Just as you try to avoid their gaze, he rides up to you on his bike, beckoning you to join him. "It'll be faster if you ride with me. Don't forget to take a warm shower, wouldn't want you to catch a cold. I want to see you tomorrow!" His words catch you off guard, and you can't help but feel a mix of confusion and excitement.

Up close, Woonhak looks even better than you remembered. His endearing smile and delicate demeanor make him seem like a big teddy bear. You hesitate for a moment, recalling the events that happened earlier, but ultimately agree to ride with him. "Uh, okay," you reply, your voice tinged with nervousness. Despite your uneasiness, you're grateful for the opportunity to spend more time with him.

As Woonhak makes his way down the road on his bike, he suddenly turns to you. "Hug me, so you don't fall." he says with a smile. You're surprised by his proposal, but you don't hesitate to envelop your arms around him. As you hold on to him tightly, you feel a sense of warmth and comfort wash over you. It's as if all of your nervousness vanished at that moment, and you can't help but feel grateful for his presence. Being in his arms feels like a dream come true, and you can't help but wonder if this is the start of something special.

As you ride on his bicycle, you can't help but feel a sense of security and contentment. The wind rushes through your hair, and the relaxed breeze washes over your skin. You feel alive and free, and for the first time in a long while, Woonhak's company is enough to make you feel safe.

As you reach your destination, you shift to thank Woonhak for the ride. But before you can say anything, he leans in and plants a soft kiss on your cheek. You feel your face flush with warmth, and your heart races with excitement. You can't believe that this is happening to you - it's like something out of romance fiction.

"Thanks for the ride," you murmur, your voice barely audible. Woonhak beams at you, and you feel a sense of belonging wash over you. Maybe this is the start of something special, something you've been yearning for all your life. As you make your way back home, you can't help but let out a squeal of excitement. You're grateful for the unexpected turn of events, and you can't wait to see what the future holds. But for now, you're content just being in the moment with the person who makes your heart skip a beat.

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Unsolicited 1

Warnings: bad self-thought/talk, bullying, insults, low self-esteem, money problems, more dark elements to come.

Wouldn't mind some feedback! Lloyd was driving me nuts so I had to do it. Thank you in advance 💜

The glass cases and sparkling gems contrast your unbelonging as you step through the elaborately decorated entry. Your imposter syndrome nips at your neck as you twist the strap of your purse, the brown leather faded and cracked.

You swallow and look around. Unlike the rest of the mall, the shop is mellow and nearly empty.

You pick at your wooly cuff poking out from under your puffer coat. You go to the counter where a woman in a black turtleneck dress smiles flirtily at another customer. He looks like he belongs, though you're not a fan of the mustache. He chuckles as she helps clip a gold watch around his wrist.

"Does it bring out my eyes?" He kids as he puts his arm straight and pushes his shoulders back.

"They don't need help," the associate, her name, Kelsey, etched on her silver name tag, "it suits you."

"Mm, sure, you're not just saying that for the commission, are you?" He holds out his arm for her to unclasp the watch, his dark jacket is no doubt designer, if not tailored to his tapered torso.

You tune out their back and forth, the superficial exchange only adding to your displacement. You have a budget and a mission. You want to be in and out before you can dwell on everything you can't afford.

You peer through the glass at the Rolexes, casios, and Tom Ford pieces. Your eyes wander, looking for another employee to fetch your purchase. You don't want it to sell before you can get your hands on it. The silver watch with the sapphire face is exactly like the picture saved on your phone.

You lean forward trying to see behind the tall counter then pace to the corner and around the rear of the store. There is only the security guard at the door, watching shoppers mill by. You go back to the front where the customer continues his playful tet-a-tet.

You sigh and cross your arms, heat gathering in your thick coat. Your scalp speckles damply and you sway as your patience dwindles. The man browses the cufflinks as he asks advice on style.

"Ahem," you swallow your reticence at last, "sorry to interrupt–"

"And yet you did," the man retorts, "you can wait your turn." His sneer is derisive as he takes you in, head to toe, almost revolted by your dumpy attire. "That is if you can afford it."

"Excuse me, I…" your voice crackles and you shrug away the insult, "I'm sorry, just, when you have a moment."

You step away and drop your arms as you pretend to look at the earrings. The man scoffs and the associate gives a tinkly giggle.

"You know what would look good on you," the man says as you look out through the open wall into the mall, "pearls."

"Pearls?" Kelsey preens.

"Oh, yes, a nice little necklace around that pretty neck," he intones.

"I don't know, aren't pearls kind of… outdated?"

"Not the ones I have in mind."

You cringe at his entendre and roll your eyes. You should just leave. You really don't have the money. A year of scrimping and saving and for what? Colin doesn't care if you give him gold or a card, he's just happy with whatever.

Still, he deserves it. You just want him to feel special. For one day. To feel like he didn't settle, like maybe, he got the prize.

"You hold onto those for me, sweetheart," the man's voice carries in the vacant shop, "I'm gonna have a look at the tie pins."

You turn your head to watch his figure from the corner of your eye. He sidles around the other side of the store and you spin around. You go to the counter as Kelsey puts away a tray of cufflinks.

"Hi, yeah, if you don't mind I wanted this silver watch," you point over to where you found it.

"Sure, sorry about the wait. We're a bit short staffed at the moment," she smiles, "um, which one was it?"

"This one," you shift over and point over it, "with the blue."

She takes out the watch and brings it onto the counter. "Is it for someone special?"

"My husband," you smile, "he needs a new one. He got a new job so…"

"Oh, how exciting, is this the one then?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"And were you interested in the insurance plan? It includes free cleaning and battery replacement."

"Hm, how much would that be?"

"For this price range, an extra one-thirty."

"Oh," you can't hold back the impact of the number, "um, what's the total for just the watch?"

You hear a snicker and a shadow blurs in your peripheral. Kelsey goes to the till and you move along to stand across from her. The taxes are more than you expect.

"There's a Wal-Mart down the road," the man mocks as he leans on the glass, "think they might be more in your range."

You don't acknowledge him, merely biting down. What an asshole.

"I'll take the insurance, am I able to split the transaction?"

"Sure thing, how do we want to split it?"

"I'll pay for the watch in cash and the rest credit."

You put your purse on the counter and search through your clutter of receipts for your ziploc of bills. You peel open the top and start to count through the twenties, tens, fives, and hundreds, apologising for it as you do.

"You could have a good time down at the strip joint," the stranger comes closer and you turn slightly as you try to block him out. "Aw, baby, am I hurting your feelings? Maybe you could take that money and get a manicure instead? Or sort out that rat's nest."

"What do you want?" You slam down your hand as you lose count.

He smirks as you meet his eyes, bold and sparkling with amusement, "that."

"Leave me alone," you start over, frazzled as a few bills slip and flutter down to the floor. You bend to pick them up and grit your teeth as you resume your count.

"It's okay," Kelsey says, "I'll count."

You look at her and nod, pushing over the loose money and the ziplock. You take out your wallet and slide free your credit card, for emergencies only.

You wait as the man lingers closer. You wince as you feel him touch your hood and you pull away from him.

"Don't touch me. What are you doing?"

"Sir," Kelsey says as she puts the cash in her till, "please, I–"

"Mind your business," he snaps and keeps his eyes on you, "I'm just tryna figure who would marry… you?"

"Credit," you say to Kelsey as you motion with your card. She hits a button and you swipe.

"No wonder you're splurging, gotta keep him around somehow."

You key in your code and submit payment. You shakily place the card in your wallet and pack up your purse as Kelsey closes the watch box and slips it in an ivory paper bag. She tears off your receipt and staples it to the warranty.

"You gonna cry for me? Hm? Or maybe you can go home to the old man and tell him another guy actually noticed your fat ass–"

"Shut up." You snap as you swipe the bag off the counter, "I told you to leave me alone."

"Just one tear for me," he steps closer.

"Sir, please, I'll have to call security," Kelsey warns.

"You won't. I'm about to drop a month's worth of sales on you so you'll sit pretty and wait for me, dolly."

She flinches and curls her lip, fighting against her customer service smile.

"It's fine," you wave her off, "I'm leaving."

"Tell daddy you need a good fucking to get that stick out your ass," the stranger snorts after you, "if he can even find a hole."

You steam and puff your chest as you pass into the mall. Your lashes flick as your eyes sear. Just your fucking luck to run into the biggest douchebag in the place.

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In the Heat of the Moment | Part 6

Word Count: 9.7K

Pairing: Jake Sully x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader, Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Story Description: Every month female Omatikayans go through their heat whilst men go through their rut. It’s a time for mates to engage in the most animalistic desires. But when one of the two is gone, it can be a rather painstaking endeavor. With Neteyam gone on a hunting trip, (Y/N) has to go through her heat alone for the first time. Or does she?

Warnings: SMUT (+18, minors DNI), infidelity, p in v sex, face riding, oral (fem and male receiving), very vanilla sex, feels [also: cringe use of the words -> make love to me; sorry but they fit the story 😬]

A/N: read at the end of the story for this last part😬😬 I meant to post this a lot earlier than this but I overexerted myself and had a flare-up that took up a lot of my day, but it's here, it's long, and it might break and mend your heart. Hope you enjoy, and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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In the Heat of the Moment | Part 6

That split second felt too short as the glistening rays of the sun shone on Jake’s eyes. He stirred awake, careful of the body that was cuddled on his. She was still asleep and he did not dare to wake her. Not just yet.

Her eyelids fluttered as her mind played dreams in her head. She looked peaceful, magnificent, divine. And most importantly, she was still in his arms. (Y/N) belonged to no other man but him. Under the sunlight and the watchful eye of the Tree of Souls, she was his.

He traced her body with his fingers, barely touching her skin, afraid to wake her. Jake followed the expanse of her skin. From her delicate shoulders to the side of her chest, to the dip of her waist, to the mountain of her hip. Every part of her that he had claimed for himself, but could never truly be his.

Jake had known from the moment he entered (Y/N)’s nest that night that he could never go back. That she would be the reason for his undoing, dismantling everything he has carefully built with a simple touch. There was no more a beginning or end of who he was with her, he now simply was. He belonged to her, never the other way around.

Deep down, he knew it would never be that way. Belonging to someone meant giving your entire being to someone, even if they wouldn’t give you theirs. And that’s what he’d done with (Y/N), he’d given everything he was to someone that already belonged to another — he thought he had done the same many years before.

For that moment, though, he could trick himself into believing she has chosen him. As he stared at her sleeping figure in his arms, he allowed himself to believe that from that night forward they belonged to each other. Maybe then what he was feeling would not be wrong. Even if he hadn’t been her sign, she was his.

She stirred beside him as sleep left her body. She turned to face him, staring at him through hooded eyes, and she smiled. A smile so bright he felt it warm his body, more than the sun itself.

“You look as radiant as ever, sevin,” he smiled, caressing and cradling his cheek with his hand. “How did you sleep?”

“Too comfortably,” she chuckled. “It’s the last day.”

The lingering timer that had been following them since the first day showed, in glowing red numbers, that they had less than twenty-four hours until their world would reset. Every decision they had made would be buried, deeper than six feet under ground. It would be hidden in the deepest, darkest parts of their souls and they would carry it with them for the rest of their lives.

“You’re right,” he sighed. “But we still have tonight, and I’m gonna make sure it’s a night you’ll never forget, baby girl.”

“But what happens after, Jake?” (Y/N) looked at him with pleading eyes. “What will happen to us — this — after tonight?”

“We’ll pretend it never happened. We will carry this with us for the rest of our lives,” he said, sadness slipping through his voice. “But we can look back to these moments with fondness and excitement. We will dream about it, we will daydream and pretend. We will be the only ones to know. It will be the souvenir of our time.”

“Do you think that is possible?” Her yellow eyes stared into his, tears pooling at the corners as her lower lip quivered. “To live with what we’ve done as if we didn’t… do what we did. Could you live with that?”

“I could,” he responded quickly, no qualms in his voice. “Because I don’t regret a single thing that has happened between you and me, and I never will. I can carry this because I will now and forever yearn for you.”

“Jake…” (Y/N) sat up, her hands landing comfortingly on his knee as he followed her suit.

“I probably know what you will say,” he smiled sadly. “But I don’t want to hear it until it’s absolutely necessary. Let me live in this fantasy where you do choose me and we run away together because nothing else matters. Let me just pretend for this last night that it’s me.”

(Y/N) remained quiet for a moment. It was the first time she was the one wiping away tears from the man’s face. And she finally understood why he didn’t feel burdened by their decisions. Jake did not believe this to be a mistake.

“I couldn’t possibly do that to you, Jake,” she spoke softly, her hand now the one cradling his cheek. “I can’t let you trick yourself into thinking that. It’ll hurt too much in the end. Maybe, last night should be the last time. If you’re feeling this way…”

“No, please,” he interrupted her. “One more night. That’s what we said. The last time and we’ll forget all about each other. Everything will go back to normal.”

“Could you do that? Forget all of this ever happened? Forget the way you feel… a-about me?”

“Don’t ask me questions you don’t want the answers to.” But her eyes pleaded for an answer. So, he lied. “Yes,” he responded sternly. “I can forget everything that happened.”

“Then I’ll see you tonight,” she breathed in relief before kissing him softly. “Right now, I must meet with Mo’at, and you must prepare for tomorrow’s arrival.”

“Can’t we just stay here for a couple more minutes?”

“You know we can’t,” she chuckled. “Now, up you go. We have work to do today. I know you can hold off until tonight.”

After they parted ways, (Y/N) felt herself implode. Her head was hazy and her stomach was in knots. She felt worry and concern dizzy her mind. She had never wanted for things to get so complicated, emotions to get entwined with the physicality of the moment.

By the grace of Eywa, her body walked the path to Mo’at’s tent. Her vision was blurred and her breathing was heavy. Jake’s confession had thrown her for a spin. With so few words, he had been able to crumble everything she believed.

She had gone to sleep trusting that he would give her the perfect solution to their problem. That she could end this journey unscathed and could go on with her life as if nothing had occurred. But he didn’t see it as one. Jake had seen this as an opportunity, and he’d continued to do so.

The last thing she wanted to do was hurt anyone. At first, she worried only about Neteyam and how he would react if he found out. But she never thought she had to worry about Jake as well. That he would be one of the people to be upset when this was finished. She thought their minds were aligned, but they couldn’t be further from each other.

“My child, are you alright?” Mo’at called the girl’s attention as she walked through the flaps of the entrance.

(Y/N) heard her voice far away, even though they were standing almost face-to-face. She tried to speak, but all the sounds got stuck in her throat. Her hands reached out to the woman, needing something —anything— to stabilize her.

Then everything went black.

She felt calm, at peace. Surrounded by nothing but darkness and no sense of impending doom. (Y/N) wanted to stay there. It was quiet and comfortable. And she didn’t have to face all the problems she had created for herself. Maybe if she tried hard enough, that’s where she could stay until everything magically resolved itself.

But a sour smell filled her nose and triggered her head to start waking.

(Y/N) fought it at first. She truly wanted to stay asleep. To forget the reality that she had made for herself. Yet, there was no way to keep running – she couldn’t. Life had a way to catch up whether she wanted it or not. Sooner or later, she would have to confess. At least to Neteyam.

Her eyes struggled to adjust to the light that flooded her. The warmth of the day was suddenly too overwhelming to her body. She felt suffocated and choked, her breathing staggered and haphazard. It almost felt like bile was threatening to escape her throat.

“Let it out, my child,” Mo’at cooed. She rubbed the girl’s back comfortingly as (Y/N) emptied the little contents of her stomach into a bowl. “Good, good. Let it all out.”

(Y/N) coughed as the acidic liquid passed through her. It sloshed in the receptacle beside her until she let out the last drop. She fell back onto the mat once she finished, slowly starting to feel better. She wiped away the beads of sweat that had formed on her forehead.

“Drink this,” the healer instructed. “It’ll help ease your stomach.”

“Thank you,” the girl smiled in relief after she downed the liquid that was handed to her. “I have no idea what came over me. I was feeling odd yesterday but nothing to warrant this reaction. I don’t understand.”

“You were dehydrated, my child. Exhaustion and dehydration.” As the woman spoke, a smile crept onto her face. A smile that the girl mistook for pity. “Well, there is another reason as well.”

“What is it? Is everything okay?” Worry took over her mind. Every worst-case scenario ran through her head. Maybe this was Eywa’s answer to her prayers. A well-deserved punishment. “Is something wrong?”

“On the contrary, (Y/N),” the woman beamed. She took the girl’s hands in hers as she braced for the information she was going to share. “These are news to celebrate.”

“Oh, then, what is it?”

“You are with child, (Y/N),” Mo’at said excitedly. “You are pregnant with the new heir of the Omatikaya clan. Congratulations, sweetheart.”

A breath hitched in (Y/N)’s throat as the word escaped the healer’s mouth. It took some time for her to process what Mo’at had said. It was almost unbelievable… had it not been for the past few days. If she hadn’t already emptied her stomach seconds before, she was sure she would be doing so at that moment.

Her hands flew unconsciously to her stomach. Inside, there was a life growing. A life that four days before had no chance of existing. She felt conflicted. Without Jake, there wouldn’t have been cells multiplying inside her. Regardless, it was happening. Her firstborn.

“There’s a baby growing in here?” (Y/N) worded it as a question, but she knew it was a fact. “I’m going to be a mom.”

“You are,” Mo’at simpered. “You and Neteyam will be magnificent parents. This child will be brought into a home of love and warmth. They will be strong and talented, just like their parents. This is a blessing from Eywa, my child. She had answered our prayers.”

“Could you keep this a secret until Neteyam comes back?” the girl blurted. Tears were stinging the back of her eyes, threatening to spill as she felt herself coming loose by the seams. “I want him to hear the news from me. Once he knows, we will announce it to the village.”

“That is completely understandable. A child is a gift to new couples. I understand wanting to relish in this new life by yourselves,” she said. “Consider my lips closed.”

“Thank you, Mo’at.”

“Why don’t you take the rest of the afternoon off,” the woman continued. “You need the rest.”

“That would be splendid,” the girl forced a smile. “I will say I am still a bit tired.”

“Of course, my child.” Mo’at helped her up and walked her to the entrance, leaving in her hands a net filled with utumauti and a vial of water. “Congratulations again, (Y/N). May Eywa continue blessing you.”

(Y/N) couldn’t leave the tent faster. As soon as the woman disappeared back into the healing tent, the girl took off running. Her mind was going a million miles an hour, faster than any day before. She was unraveling as everything in her world came tumbling down.

She knew the chances of this happening were high, but she never imagined it would happen. Not this quickly. Neteyam and her had been trying for a whole year, and by the grace of Eywa, his father had done the impossible in a couple of days.

“Maybe it’s not in our journey to have children,” (Y/N) had told Neteyam one night, a week before he left. “Maybe it’s not Eywa’s will for us.”

He had ran his hands through her hair, brushing it comfortingly as she rested her head on his chest. “Maybe,” he echoed, kissing the top of her head. “Doesn’t mean we can’t keep trying.”

“Neteyam,” she chuckled.

“There’s the laugh I was looking for,” he responded. “It’s not like the family name ends with us. We can leave the creation of heirs to Lo’ak. It’s about time he finds himself a mate.”

“I don’t think I could even imagine your brother settling down. He’s only a year younger than us but he’s so childlike.”

“It doesn’t matter, though,” he boasted. “I’ve got the best woman already.”

Worry swirled and hooked its claws into her soul. The very fiber of the morals and rules she had been brought up on had been dismantled by the pleasurable feeling of fulfilled carnal desires. The overwhelming sensation of feeling her body be taken apart and put back together through kisses and touches were far greater than reason. And it was hard to let go of it.

Everything came into hyperfocus as she sped through the village in search of one man.

Leaves crunched under her feet, loudly cracking under her quick steps yelling who she searched for. The wind whistled in her ears, whispering all of her mistakes and wrongdoings. She tried to quiet the air, afraid that everyone would know what had happened. But how does one quiet nature?

Her eyes blurred over as they focused only on one face, everyone around her merely a blue body in her way. Her voice was asking for his name, but her ears could not hear it. Her hands reached for others, but she couldn’t feel them. She knew her body was moving, that her legs were transporting her, but the normal burn that accompanied the movement never came.

She thought maybe that’s how it felt to be a dream walker. Things happened to your body but it didn’t entirely feel like it was real. She felt as though someone else was in control of her body as her mind watched it all unfold.

Tears pricked at her eyes and (Y/N) had no idea when she had started to cry. But now, she was more than aware of the streams that fell down her cheeks, falling to the ground as she moved. It made her lungs ache as strangled sobs escaped her at the same time she tried to breathe. The rash influx of every emotion drowned her quickly, taking with them whatever thread was holding her to sanity.

Suddenly, she crashed into a body and strong arms steadied her. Yet, her eyes could not focus on the figure that held her. All she could do was hold on as her eyes continued their downpour and her lungs pleaded for more air.

“(Y/N),” they called. The voice felt familiar but so far she could not decipher who it was.” (Y/N). What’s wrong, baby girl? Talk to me.”

She took a whizzing breath in, the air eating at her bronchioles. Still, she had found him. Somehow in her blinding haze, she had found the only person she could confess all her sins to. The only man that knew the darkest thing she had done because he had been right alongside her to do them.

In her silence, or rather her futile attempt at speaking, he pulled her from the center. There were too many people and he was sure he knew what was weighing heavy on her heart. It had her panicking once more, trying to cogitate the immorality of their choices.

He felt bad that she was carrying the whole burden of their wrongdoings on her shoulders whilst he was simply glad he had been able to have the moments they shared. Jake wished he could take all the worry from her brain and carry it himself, untether her from any and all bad sentiments that had planted themselves in her because of him. Because she deserved only happiness and joy to course through her veins.

“Alright, sweetheart,” he spoke softly. “Breathe with me. Okay? I need you to breathe, beautiful.”

He placed a comforting hand on her cheek, forcing her eyes to focus on him. He emulated the breathing pattern he wanted her to follow, breathing deeply in through his nose and out through his mouth. He established an easy rhythm allowing her to follow in tandem.

Their chests rose and fell at the same pace soon enough. The girl settled as she stared into the yellow irises of her father-in-law – now, the biological father of the baby that would grow inside her. She envied his calmness. How he could remain collected as she felt their world was crumbling down around them?

Her fingers dug into his arm softly, needing the reminder that she was there. That she was in control of her body again. She needed tangible evidence that Jake was standing in front of her and she could breathe again. She could breathe.

Breathe.

“What is it, baby girl? Huh?” Jake cooed at her. His thumbs caressed her face and memorized the way her eyes fluttered as she melted into his touch. “What’s wrong?”

“I-I-I,” she stammered. “I just… Mo’at… and now…”

The words were stuck in her throat, clawing at the walls, unwilling to spill out. She could feel as they tried to climb down and settle in the deepest parts of her soul. To join the other secrets that had made their home inside her.

“Just breathe, (Y/N). Tell me what’s wrong.”

Unexpectedly, a commotion broke out in the village center. The sounds were unmistakable. Ululations and screams of excitement rang out as the sounds of the flap of various ikrans’ wings filtered through the air.

The hunting party. They were home early.

Panic flashed in her eyes as every plan they had crashed into the ground. They were supposed to have one more night, less than twenty-four hours to give themselves closure. They had allowed themselves one more night to live in their fantasy and shut the book for good.

“It’s okay,” Jake smiled comfortingly as he cleaned her face of any tears. “Everything’s going to be okay.”

He kissed her forehead before they went separate ways, emerging nto the center by themselves, ready to put on the biggest performance of their lives.

A group of ten ikrans descended from the sky and landed gracefully on the ground as the tribe cheered for the group of hunters that had come back home. The younger Omatikayas were the first to dismount, their excitement spilling out of them as they searched for their families. Their voices muddled as they recounted stories from the trip, the thrill of their first hunting expedition.

Suddenly, two more banshees thudded against the hard ground. The duo was unmistakable and, easily, the biggest animals of the group. Between their claws, they carried a net that had landed before them. A net that held a massive srakat, the prized kill of the hunt party.

Neytiri was the first one off her ikran, flashing the tribe a massive grin as her eyes searched for her family. She nodded toward (Y/N) as her eyes met hers, and the girl swallowed as she returned a smile. But once her gaze fell on her husband’s, her smile grew. The woman raced toward Jake, wrapping her arms tightly around her neck. She pulled him toward her tightly, basking in the warmth of her mate, the man she had missed deeply the time she was away. Unaware of how little he had missed her.

She was followed by her first son. Neteyam pushed himself off his banshee and his eyes quickly found the eyes of his love. He hurried toward her, ignoring the people that tried to congratulate him on his hunt. He had one thing, and only one thing, on his mind. And it was her, it was always her.

“(Y/N),” he breathed as he reached her. “Eywa, how I missed you.”

He placed his hands gingerly on the sides of her face and pulled her to him. Neteyam crashed her lips onto her, trying to convey through the kiss just how much he had missed her. Then, his arms fell from her face to her waist as he twirled her in a tight embrace.

And though her heart was with him at that moment, feeling as though her being was complete, her eyes were focused on someone else. They were trained on Jake as everything flashed in her head. The yellow irises held all the panic and worry she had been expressing the past few days. They searched his eyes for any sign that everything would resolve itself. That in their silence, life could simply go on.

“I’ve missed you too, darling,” she whispered to him. “You have no idea how much.”

Neteyam pulled apart from her, needing to stare into his wife’s eyes, and found tears falling down her cheeks. “Oh, baby, I’m here now,” he smiled as his thumb wiped away the streaks on her skin. “And I’m not leaving you ever again.”

He kissed her once more on the lips, then the corners of her eyes. His fingers traced the features of her face as if it was the very first time that he had seen her. He studied the lines and dots on her skin, he studied the amber in her eyes, he studied the soft skin of her lips. She was as beautiful as the first time he had seen her.

“Tonight we celebrate these young hunter’s first prey,” Jake’s voice boomed across the air, calling the focus of every single person in attendance. “ We also celebrate, my son, Neteyam’s courage as he faced a srakat and brought it home. Tonight, we feast!”

All hands were on deck. The tribe got to work to prepare the center for a revelry. Some started preparations for the food – the hunted meat as well as fruits, vegetables, and fungi to serve with it. Others started building a bonfire where later in the evening the young hunters would retell their stories facing their first mark. They would dance and celebrate, and everything would be perfect. No one would find out the indiscretions of the chief and his daughter-in-law.

But (Y/N) would and it was already eating at her from the inside out. She helped to the best of her abilities in the preparation of the food as well as the clearing of the village center where the bonfire was being set up. But dread squeezed her heart every time Neteyam would sneak a glance at her and would smirk, or when his hand traced her hip when he passed by her, or when he whispered into her ears that they would have their own kind of celebration after the feast.

She felt the air leave her lungs every time he was near her with his loving touches and teasing words, with his glances filled with adoration and his mouth spread in a smile. It broke her, how he could continue to love her as she was without knowing what she had done. Living with the secret would end her, but she didn’t know how she could confess. Not when he looked at her the way he did.

Her head was spinning once more. Even more so surrounded by people celebrating her husband and telling her how lucky she was to have Neteyam for a mate. (Y/N) knew she was lucky. She knew she had struck gold when they had chosen each other as partners. That being with him granted her stature and respect, and that there was no better option for her than him. And four nights of pleasure could take that all away.

The sun had already set, and the chill of the night was starting to set. Music swirled through the air, mixed with the joyous voices of the Omatikaya and the mouth-watering smells of the food. That night was a sight to behold. The clan joined as they rejoiced and celebrated the up-and-comers and the future Olo’eyktan.

(Y/N) could not celebrate, though. Not without having a plan. Not until she had a way to continue with her life, with her child’s life. She could not continue with the farçe until everything was laid on the table with the person she had started this.

Her eyes met his across the bonfire and she motioned for him to join her. From the distance, he could see her eyes were reddened and tears were threatening to spill once more. Jake wanted nothing more than to run to her, wrap her in his arms, and tell her that there was nothing for her to worry about. But he couldn’t. Not in front of the village… not in front of his wife.

As (Y/N) started to walk away, getting lost in the sea of people, he knew exactly where she was going. He kissed Neytiri’s cheek and excused himself, claiming he would be going around to talk to the families of each of the new hunters. She smiled in return, continuing to speak with another woman.

Disappearing between the people as the girl had done proved to not be difficult. Everyone was moving around, impossible to keep still. It was a celebration at the end of the day. He followed the step he knew she had taken, walking slyly down the path. It had become second nature to him, the journey to his salvation.

Jake could hear her sniffling before he entered the tent and he felt his heart sink. Her pain destroyed him, and him being the reason for it finished him. Happiness was all he ever wanted for her, even if it wasn’t with him – though he hoped that she would want it with him. A small part of him still prayed that she chose him in the end.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?” he cooed as soon as he entered the nest. “What did you have to say?”

“I’m scared, Jake,” she croaked out. “Things have gotten so messed up and I don’t know what to do. I’m so lost. And now…”

“What happened, (Y/N)? What’s changed since this morning?”

The same panic that had overtaken her hours before pinched her insides. It cut off her air supply and she felt herself growing faint. But she couldn’t keep running. Not anymore. Not when there were no more nights to wait for, no more mornings to sleep on it. She had to do it here and now.

“I had been feeling sort of ill since yesterday, but it was nothing to worry about,” she started. “This morning, when I got the healing tent, I fainted.”

“Are you okay? Mo’at didn’t say anything.”

“Everything’s okay. It was only dehydration and exhaustion,” she calmed him. (Y/N) stared at her fingers, suddenly far more interesting than holding Jake’s line of sight. “But she did tell me some news.”

“(Y/N), please,” he groaned. “You’re killing me here.”

“She told me I was pregnant, Jake,” she whimpered. “And I’m certain that it’s your child.”

Silence fell upon them and (Y/N) was sure he would curse her out. That what he had promised the first night they had been together, had spilled out in the heat of the moment. That everything they had gone through had been done simply in the heat of the moment.

Instead, he planted a passionate kiss on her lips and twirled her in an embrace. He peppered her face with kisses, tasting in his lips the saltiness of her tears. He kissed until there was nothing left and his mouth to her neck, where he kissed until she laughed.

“Jake,” she chuckled. “Jake, stop.”

“Here,” he said, placing a hand on the valley of her stomach. “It’s my child.”

“Yes, Jake,” she smiled sadly. “And this is not something I can hide from anyone. This is not something I can hide from Neteyam.”

He could see the despair in her eyes and once more he wished he was the one carrying all that guilt. He wanted his eyes to be the ones crying those tears for her. He wanted his heart to feel the pang of fear hers did. He wanted all the pain to be felt by him, and only him.

“Then, let’s run away,” he blurted. “Let’s leave right now. Just you, me, and our baby.”

“No, Jake. That’s not the solution. You can’t do that to your family – your children. And I can’t do that to Neteyam,” she cried. “I’ll just have to tell him the truth and… I don’t know, hope.”

“What happens if he rejects you, (Y/N)? What happens if Neteyam can’t live with what we’ve done and casts you aside?”

“Then, I accept the consequences of my actions. It wouldn’t be wrong of him to do so.”

“But I’m giving you a way to not have to go through more pain, sevin,” he countered. “I’m giving you an easy escape here. A way for us to be together without any trouble – the three of us. Don’t you want that?”

“You already know what –who– I want, Jake. This should have never happened, and I should not have allowed this to go on for this long,” she responded. “I never meant for you to feel this way. Not about me. I thought…”

“Don’t ask me to regret this, (Y/N). Don’t ask me to repent over what happened between us,” he pleaded. His eyes kept searching hers for the answer he wanted. That, maybe, in the deepest parts of her soul, she wanted him just as much as he did. “Don’t ask me to give you up without a fight.”

“I was never yours to fight for, Jake. Not in the way you want,” she said. “I gave you my body in the most desperate time in my life, and for reasons beyond me, I kept giving it to you. But it was only that. I can’t give you my heart because it belongs to someone else.”

“He couldn’t even give you the one thing you wanted more in this world!” he cried. Tears fell from his eyes as desperation coursed through his veins. “You even told me he couldn’t touch you in the ways that you wanted. It was me, (Y/N). I showed you everything you could have. Everything you can still have. All you have to do is choose me.”

“And, what, you leave your family behind? Your children? Your wife? They don’t deserve that, Jake. They need you.”

“They have their mother and they’ll have their brother,” he retorted. “It can be as easy as that, (Y/N). You, me, and our baby against the world.”

“I can’t do that to them,” she lamented. “I can’t let you do that either.”

There was so much distress that surrounded them, clutching at their lungs and their hearts. There had been so many words unsaid, left for a later time, and they came bursting out. Neither of them wanted to hurt the other, to break their hearts. But they had tried too hard to keep things buried and they had festered for far too long.

“Then say it’s his,” he let out dryly. “Make him think the baby is his. And we can keep going as though nothing has happened. We will forget we were together –that it all started with your heat, devolving in more– and we will take it all to our graves that the child is mine. I can let go that you don’t want me, but I can’t lose you completely. I won’t let that happen.”

“I don’t want to keep lying to him, Jake. He deserves better than that –better than me.”

“There’s no one better than you, oeyä hì’i ‘awpo. If there was no Mother Goddess on my Earth, I’d believe it was you. If I had not met Eywa on this planet, I’d believe it was you,” he spoke in devotion. “So, please, grant me this prayer. And maybe I can go back to my life.”

(Y/N) kept quiet as she drank in his words. They pricked at her heart as she muttered her apologies to him quietly. She was breaking his heart, and she was hurting someone she cared for. “Alright,” she sighed. “I’ll tell him that the baby is his, and that will be the end of us.”

Though his heart had been shattered, Jake wanted nothing more than to be close to her again. They were supposed to have one more night together and he had the opportunity to do just that. He snaked his hands to her cheeks, committing to memory the warmth of her skin, and pressed his lips to hers.

“Jake,” she muttered against him. “You have to stop.”

“One more night,” he responded. “We were supposed to have one more night.”

“Stop, Jake,” she repeated as his kisses didn’t relent. “We don’t have one more night. It’s over.”

“Please, sevin. Just one more.”

“No, Jake. We can’t. You need to go.”

“Get your hands off my fucking wife,” a voice grumbled.

***

Neteyam had been searching for his wife for the better part of the bonfire, but no one had seen her in some time. He looked through the crowd twice, but could not find her beautiful face. The face he looked for in his darkest times, the face that brought her peace and solace with a simple look.

He was in love with her since the moment he knew what love was. He knew she was his past, his present, and his future. That nothing could ever push them apart.

“Yo, little bro, have you seen (Y/N)? I can’t find her anywhere.”

“Check your nest, dude. She’s probably there,” he waved him off, too engrossed in whatever game he was playing. “She’s been tired these past couple of days.”

“Alright, thanks.”

He ran in the direction of their tent, eager to find his wife in the privacy of their home. Hopefully, he’d find her still awake and they could have some private fun. He had spent six days without her and his body could feel it. His arousal had pent up and he needed to let it out. For the past few days, all he could do was think of (Y/N). The swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the rise of her hips, and the sweet, warm embrace of her insides.

It wasn’t just the physicality of the moment. He needed her like he needed to breathe. He needed to hear her laugh, to see her smile, to fall asleep in her arms, he needed all of her – heart, body, and soul. The same way he was sure she needed him too.

But he could have never imagined he would hear what he did when he reached the tent. A mind-shattering confession that made his blood boil.

“Then say it’s his,” Neteyam heard his father say. “Make him think the baby is his. And we can keep going as though nothing has happened. We will forget we were together –that it all started with your heat, devolving in more– and we will take it all to our graves that the child is mine. I can let go that you don’t want me, but I can’t lose you completely. I won’t let that happen.”

“I don’t want to keep lying to him, Jake. He deserves better than that –better than me.”

“There’s no one better than you, oeyä hì’i ‘awpo. If there was no Mother Goddess on my Earth, I’d believe it was you. If I had not met Eywa on this planet, I’d believe it was you,” his father spoke in devotion. “So, please, grant me this prayer. And maybe I can go back to my life.”

After a moment of silence, (Y/N) responded. “Alright,” she sighed. “I’ll tell him that the baby is his, and that will be the end of us.”

Then, he heard a kiss. Followed by another and another.

“Jake,” she muttered. “You have to stop.”

“One more night,” he responded. “We were supposed to have one more night.”

“Stop, Jake,” she repeated as his kisses didn’t relent. “We don’t have one more night. It’s over.”

“Please, sevin. Just one more.”

“No, Jake,” she cried. “ We can’t. You need to go.”

Neteyam couldn’t hold it in anymore and slipped into the tent. His hands were balled into fists and his teeth were gritted as he grumbles, “Get your hands off my fucking wife.”

(Y/N) and Jake startled and jumped apart, fear flashing through their eyes. This was it. Neteyam had found out the truth in the worst way possible and they were sure this was the end for the both of them.

Instead, he stepped between his wife and his father, a hand protectively in front of her. “I think she’s said her piece,” he said. “(Y/N) has asked you to leave.”

“What’re you gonna do, Neteyam?” Jake spoke. “Look, son, I don’t know what you think you’ve heard, but…”

“I heard that you fucked my wife,” he snarled. “That you took advantage of the fact that she was in heat to fuck her. And now she’s pregnant.”

“Nete,” she breathed. She placed a hand on his outstretched arm, making his head snap back, his eyes softening as he looked into hers.

“And… she had asked you to leave.”

“I won’t,” Jake dared. “That child she’s carrying is mine.”

“No, dad. It’s mine,” he growled. “Everything that happens to her, happens to me. Every fiber of her being belongs to me, just like I belong to her. Nothing that you did will ever erase that. You may have fathered this baby, but I’m the one that will raise them. I’m the one they will call father. That child is more mine than it will ever be yours.”

“(Y/N), please,” he pleaded to her. “We can…”

“Not another word, dad,” Neteyam spat. “Here’s what’s gonna happen,” he took a deep breath and continued. “You’re gonna leave our nest and go back to the bonfire. You will go back to your wife and your children, and you will enjoy the rest of the night. After that, you’ll never speak of this event again. You won’t even mutter about it in your sleep. You will only speak to (Y/N) when absolutely necessary. If not, you’ll tell me. This child will be ours and that’s what they will know. You will be a proud grandparent and nothing more. They will carry the family name, but not because of you. It will be because of me. (Y/N) is my wife, and she is my family. You will never interfere again. Do I make myself clear?”

“(Y/N)...”

“I said, am I clear, dad?”

“Crystal,” Jake spat.

“Good.” Neteyam gifted him a spine-chilling smile. “Now go enjoy the rest of your evening.”

Jake tried to catch another glimpse at (Y/N) but his son stood in the way. So, he admitted defeat, and with slumped shoulders, he left the tent, and his heart, behind. At any other moment, he would have been proud that Neteyam had stood up to him. But he was taking everything from him. His newfound reason for being, his heart, and his child. An ending to his and (Y/N)’s story he could have never imagined.

The moment Neteyam was sure his father was far away, he turned to his wife, his gaze softening once more as he looked at her. She looked frail, defeated, and it saddened him. The last thing he ever wanted was to see her in pain.

“I’m sorry, Nete,” she broke down, slumping against his chest. His arms tightened around her in a comforting embrace and he lovingly shushed her as she repeated the same words. “I’m so sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about, my love,” he comforted her. “This… this is all my fault.”

“How could it be your fault, Nete?” she sobbed. “You haven’t done anything wrong. Ever.”

“You were supposed to go on the trip with us,” he sighed. “Mom told me to ask you, but I thought you wouldn’t want to come. Since we had that talk a week before we left, I thought it would have been best for you to take this time to rest.”

“Nete…”

“Instead, I left you here, vulnerable and alone.”

“I’m not innocent in this, Nete,” she stated, locking her eyes on his. “I could have stopped at any point, but I didn’t. And now we’re in this mess because of me.”

“It’s only a mess if we let it be,” he responded. “I meant what I said, baby. I will raise this child because it is a part of you and you belong to me as I belong to you. One mate, for the rest of my life. Our souls are bound together for eternity, (Y/N). No matter what.”

“I don’t deserve you, Nete. And you deserve better than me, than what I’ve done to you.”

“Oel ngati kameie, (Y/N).”

“Oel ngati kameie, Nete,” she smiled between tears. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” he chuckled, kissing her temple. “I love you more than life itself. I love you, I love us, and I love the life that is growing inside you.”

He pressed his lips softly onto hers, his hands cradling her jaw. Neteyam pulled her close, his body flush with hers. He wanted to comfort her. Even at that moment, he could not think of anything other than her solace. His heart had broken at her infidelity, yes. But he was angrier at the fact that he had left her and that he wasn’t doing enough to keep her body.

“Show me,” he mumbled against her lips, a grin spreading across his face. “Show me what you need, baby.”

“W-what?”

“I want to give you everything and more than what he gave you,” he breathed. “So, tell me and show me what you need.”

“Nete…”

“Please, my love. I want nothing more than to please you,” he groaned. “I want to find all the places he did and claim them back. I want to discover all the places he didn’t and leave my mark. I want your body to belong to me as it once did.”

(Y/N) took her lower lip between her teeth. How could he still want her? How could he stand before her and speak words of love when all she’d done was take him for granted? She wasn’t sure if it hurt more that she had done what she did or that he could so easily forgive her.

But as his lips took hold of her lips, then her jaw and her neck, she couldn’t help the pooling between her legs that grew in tandem. There was something different in his kisses, a different kind of passion than the one she shared with Jake. It wasn’t fevered. It was natural and welcoming, it simply felt right.

She took his hand in hers, guiding it to where she needed him the most. “Here,” she breathed as his fingers traced her loincloth. “I need you here.”

With her free hand, she untied her garment, baring herself in front of him as she had done many times before. Yet, it felt like the first time. Their chance to renew and start over. She guided his hand, whispering in his twitching ears what to do with his fingers.

“Like this?” Neteyam whispered as he did as told. Always the perfect rule follower. “Is this what you need?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

His fingers grazed over the aching bundle of nerves, teasing and learning her. He stared at every reaction from her, no matter how minuscule. Neteyam traced her, grazing over the bud, using her wetness to glide over it. He drew shapes and added pressure. He studied her sounds, edged on by her beautiful melody.

“Don’t stop, Nete,” she mewled. “I’m close.”

His smirk grew as she moaned against him. Her fingernails trailed his arms, looking for any form of stability. She was unraveling under his touch, coming undone by the agility of his fingers. A skill she had yet to experience from him, but he had already proven to be a fast learner. He moved as though he’d done it a million times before. As though he knew all along what she needed and had been waiting for her to request it.

With the right pace and the correct among of pressure, (Y/N) was moaning out his name and growing weak at the knees. Her nails dug into his skin as she grew weak, holding onto the only thing she could. Her breath hitched in her throat, unable to steady her breathing. It was like the very first time she had felt this sensation – double the pleasure.

“Very good, baby,” he cooed in her ear as he peppered her face with soft kisses. “What else? What else do you want?”

Through hooded eyes, she smiled at him. She got down on her knees softly, never breaking her gaze from his eyes. She untied his loincloth, allowing his erection to spring free. Her hand grasped him by the end of his shaft and he followed every move she made. From the kisses she placed on his stomach to the way her tongue lolled out of her mouth to lick a stripe from the base to the tip, a move that had him sucking in a breath.

(Y/N) opened her mouth, stretching to allow his length to fully enter her. She lowered her head softly, twirling her tongue against the skin as she took him completely. She hollowed her cheeks and bobbed her head, moving at a painfully slow pace, teasing him to speak up. Because just as much as he wanted to please her, she wanted to please him. To unlock the deepest desires of his body. To give herself completely to him.

“Oh, Eywa,” he groaned. “That tongue.”

She chuckled against him, sending reverberating vibrations rippling through his body. His hands landed on her hair. In complete juxtaposition to his father, he brushed her hair lovingly, keeping it off her face as he let her set the speed she desired.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he could feel the tightness in the pit of his stomach grow. Between the sight of his wife on her knees for him and the way she used her mouth around him, he knew there was no chance for him to last long enough. His breathing grew staggered as his sensitiveness heightened

With the expertise she had acquired, it didn’t take more than a few bobs of her head to have Neteyam spilling his release inside her as he let out a guttural moan. But he grew impatient with being so far from her. He pulled her to her feet and crashed his lips onto hers, using her surprise to slip his tongue into her mouth. He tasted himself in her mouth, the salty essence of his release still present in her.

She moaned against him, her arousal reaching unfathomable levels. (Y/N) felt as though she was going in heat once more, her hunger insatiable and untamable. She felt warmth rushing through her, making her skin feel like it was on fire. She needed more, she needed everything, she needed all of him.

Their kiss grew hungrier as their hands searched each other’s bodies. Neteyam removed her necklace, exposing the last bit of her to him. He kissed her jaw, then her neck, and kept traveling to the mounds of her breasts.

“There,” she breathed. “Kiss me there.”

He smirked at her and took one of her stiffened peaks into his mouth. He ran his tongue flat against one as his hand pinched and tweaked the other. He hollowed his cheeks just as she had done with him, and circled her. He lapped until a string of moans fell from her throat and her hands nestled between the strands of his hair. He switched from one mound to the other, neither was left unattended for more than a few seconds.

“Nì'ul, Nete,” she whimpered. “Oe kin nì’ul.”

“Pseng, (Y/N)?” he murmured. “Peng oe pseng.”

Instead of using her words, (Y/N) guided him toward the mat, laying him completely flat on his back. She grinned mischievously at him as she crawled over him, her legs on either side of his chest.

“There is something I wanted to try,” she confessed meekly. “Something I’ve never done before.”

“Anything you want, baby,” he grinned. “I like where your head is at. Now come here.”

Neteyam curled his arms around her thighs and guided her to his face. Although it was a position that was new to them, he was guided by carnal instinct. He breathed her in, her scent as familiar as the day he knew what it meant. He stared at her wetness for a moment, admiring the pulsing core in his gaze before he attached his mouth to it.

He ran the tip of this tongue from her folds, parting them and tasting her essence, to her clit, where he remained. He swirled against the bud, reveling in the sounds that were expelled from her body. As he listened to the sweet harmony, his tongue journeyed from the swollen mound to her entrance, pushing through and exploring her insides.

(Y/N) let out a strangled breath as her husband’s tongue pierced her. He pistoned into her at a teasing rate, chuckling as she groaned. He was exploring her, learning of her from the inside out. But, once he added his thumb and circled her clit, the girl was screaming in pleasure.

At the rate he was going, it was no surprise when she was spilling all over his tongue a few seconds later. Her weight fell onto his face, the pleasure too much as her body shook. The suddenness of her contact took the breath out of Neteyam’s lungs, making him moan at the sensation. A sound that ran through her body, making her grow more aroused, even in her starting stage of exhaustion.

“I need you, Nete,” she keened. “I need to feel you inside.”

“Me too, baby,” he answered as she climbed down his body, her face close enough to kiss. “I will claim you the same way I did when we got married. Just like the same way when we promised ourselves to each other before Eywa.”

At the memory of that night, tears fell from (Y/N)’s eyes. It was a reminder of the vow she had broken, the one rule Na’vi mates lived by. She remembered saying those words, promising Neteyam that she would give herself completely to him and only him. But she had gone back on that statement for a few days of pleasure.

“No, baby, don’t cry,” he comforted. Neteyam sat up, sliding her body down to his lap, and wrapped her in a warm embrace. His cock very prominently pressed against their stomachs, a fact he was trying to ignore. “I said that because I want this moment to feel just like we felt that day. I want to erase everything that happened these past few days and replace it with the memory of us. With the feeling of my cock deep inside you.”

“I’m sorry, Neteyam,” she whispered against his neck. “I’m sorry for being so weak.”

“No, (Y/N). You are not weak. You’re the strongest woman I know,” he said before he kissed her lips tenderly. “The most beautiful.” Another kiss. “The most perfect woman I have ever laid eyes on.”

“Make love to me, Nete,” she cried. “Make me forget there was ever anyone else inside me.”

He kissed her deeply once more before moving her to align himself with her entrance. But before sinking onto his length, (Y/N) took hold of both of their queues. As she lowered her body onto his, the tendrils at the ends of their braid made their connection.

They both gasped deeply at the overwhelming touch. It was what was always missing for (Y/N), the spiritual connection that bonded their hearts and souls together. A feeling that overtook every other sensation in their bodies. It synched the beating of their hearts, their breathing, their thoughts. It was a promise not only to themselves but to the Mother Goddess that their entire beings belonged to her creation.

“Oel ngati kameie, (Y/N),” Neteyam breathed.

“Oel ngati kameie, Neteyam,” she muttered in reply.

(Y/N) was the first to move, her hips grinding down on his lap, the initial pain of the stretch gone in the blink of an eye. In its stead was the feeling of fullness –completeness. This was the reason it felt good with Jake, but it never felt quite right. The older Sully did not complete her, and he never would. He was experienced in the art of sex and he had been able to teach her things she never thought imaginable. But she simply could not give him her heart because it did not belong to her anymore.

Neteyam spoke her name like a prayer, the only word that could guide him to salvation. She was the air in his lungs, the blood in his veins, the thoughts in his head. (Y/N) was his everything and he could never stand to lose her to anyone. He would show her every day of their lives why their lives had been entwined.

With Neteyam, there was no learning the areas inside her that had her screaming and squirming. He knew exactly what to do, the right buttons to push. He knew where to kiss, where to nip, where to thrust.

At that moment she understood. The reason she had needed so much from Jake was not that Neteyam was lacking, it was because she could not live with just the physical connection. (Y/N) truly yearned for the way souls connected in the act. He may have known how to fuck her and get her to finish, but she did not see him.

This is what her heart truly yearned for. Her and Neteyam’s bodies were connected, in more ways than one. They fell into a perfect rhythm, their moves perfectly choreographed, the pace beautifully synchronized. At that moment, they were one.

“I’m close, baby,” he groaned into her neck, their bodies flush in a tight embrace. “I’m so close.”

“Me too,” she groaned. “Just… keep going.”

His hips met hers, his cock pressing on the most sensitive part of her insides. They were breathless, panting as they chased together their finish. A couple of more angled thrusts and their releases were mixing deep inside her. It felt like electricity coursing through them, passing through their limbs until it finished where they were joined.

(Y/N) slumped against her husband, her lips leaving soft kisses against his neck as Neteyam kissed the tears that had fallen unconsciously away. Still connected, the pair lay on their mat as the exhaustion of the night started to wrap its claws around them.

“I don’t want you to ever feel sorry for what happened with him,” he whispered to her as he drew comforting circles across her back. “There is absolutely nothing you could do that would ever push me away. At the end of the day, I know you will choose me because I would do the same. You are my reason for living, (Y/N). You are the reason that Eywa allowed my creation. I love you more than I love life itself.”

She kissed him in response. The kind of kiss that mended wounds. The kind of kiss that spoke where words could not. Because it was more than that. It was a promise. That she would be the kind of woman that deserved a love like the one Neteyam was giving her. She would, now and forever, be the woman he was so in love with.

That night was the ending of a sentence and the start of a whole new chapter. They would remember that week as nothing more than a nightmare, a distant memory that could have been just their imagination. Because it could not be real, not to them.

But for Jake Sully, it would become a constant reminder of what he had grasped so tightly in his hands. It was the realization that his heart beat a different tune than it had decades before. He did love Neytiri. She had given him a new life and she was the mother of his children. There would always be love in his heart for her. But somehow he was no longer in love with her and there was nothing he could do about it.

Somehow, (Y/N) had made her way into his heart, a place he did not know was vacant. He thought, he prayed, he wished that she would have chosen him. That his fears that she loved his son more than she could want him were not true. He had allowed himself the fantasy that in another life it was her and him and their baby. But it wasn’t real, and it was clear that it never would be.

She had chosen Neteyam, just as she had said she would. And it shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did. From the beginning, it was just a game to pass her through the week. But in the heat of the moment, love snuck in between and changed the rules. Rules that only affected him, and they would continue to do so for the rest of his life.

A/N: I'm lying, this is not the last part. There's an epilogue coming in a few hours cause it's already 1 am where I am😈😈 it's short but it's worth it! honestly thought I'd be able to post both today but I'm exhausted

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