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How to Win Hearts for Dummies (the answer is lattes and banana bread)

Idol!mingyu x makeup-artist!reader

genre: fluff, angst, one sided pining

warnings: slow burn, swearing, shitty bosses, some descriptions of anxiety and breakdowns, one sided pining, reader has issues opening up (lmk if there's anything else)

13.4k words (im sorry)

plot: This apprenticeship was taking a toll on your self control in the worst possible way. Walking in 8 months ago, a resignation from your corporate job and a dream in your pocket, you made an oath to stay focused on the goal at hand and to enjoy what you did for a living for once; makeup. Except, your still stuck as an apprentice with a mentor that has no inclination for your growth.

And you’re a little bit in love with your client.

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(A/N): repost bc Tumblr wouldn’t show it in the tags!!! Thank you for clicking on this clonking my pants as I hit post ! I started working on this at the beginning of exam season and I’m posting it the night before my last exam 🥲 what a full circle moment. Also pls excuse any inconsistencies or grammatical errors, my beta reader, unlike me, actually cares ab her grades and is in the beginning of exam season and therefore will not be able to read through this monstrosity for a while lmao. Enjoy hehe

Edit: I’ve just realised how many mistakes and grammatical errors I’ve made throughout the fic, serves me right for proofreading at 3 AM after a stats exam. I’ll try to fix them all asap!!!

The camera goes off again with a distinct click. And again. And again. And again.

The camera had gone off innumerable times since Mingyu walked out in another themed ensemble, and you were there, watching, through all of it.

You watched as he kept switching positions, rotating his body and his head. Morphing his features into more variations of dazed and serious than you thought could ever exist.

Standing there, at the portable table behind the main setup, attempting to clean a lip brush that would be needed soon when the inevitable call for-

“Makeup over here! We’re taking 5”

You note your sluggish pace as you snap out of your daze and scrubbing harder with the removal cloth. Snapping your head down, hoping nobody noticed your incessant heart eyes, you realize you were in trouble now.

‘Y/n, you’ve been cleaning that brush since I left 10 minutes ago!’ The senior makeup artist snapped.

You finish up the brush in hand and quickly hand her what she needs, not before rummaging for the tiny pot of lip product you absent-mindedly packed away.

‘Sorry, really sorry’ you choke out before she leaves in her badly concealed irritated expression. You see her make a beeline for a waiting Mingyu, who adorably squats for the woman so she has better access.

This apprenticeship was taking a toll on your self control in the worst possible way. Walking in 8 months ago, a resignation from your corporate job and a dream in your pocket, you made an oath to stay focused on the goal at hand and to enjoy what you did for a living for once; makeup. Except, your still stuck as an apprentice with a mentor that has no inclination for your growth.

And you’re a little bit in love with your client.

It's not that you were overage (your mother begs to differ), but considering you were on your second big girl job and still no sign of a potential lover, the prospect was starting to weigh on your head. The first rattling experience was when one of your closest friends announced her engagement, your thoughts still stuck in a 19 year old you considered she was too young. She was not, in fact, 19, or too young, but a perfectly acceptable age to consider marriage with someone she loved, you had soon realized. You were never one for the dating scene, but you were always one to don your Dr. Love labcoat whenever an emotionally bruised friend would come seeking help. You were good at advice, but awfully bad at applying it yourself.

Coming into this job, surrounded by a plethora of beautiful people, your heart would be of stone if it weren’t to waver.

The gong of unattainability had struck the second you laid eyes on Mingyu, laughing at something Hoshi had shown him on the phone. There he was, hair and makeup-less, looking like he had just rolled out of bed (which he had), and beautiful as ever. Beginning this new chapter with a bang, only problem was that it turned into an 8 month shoot out. Having encountered a number of gorgeous people, you’d learned to appreciate their genetic lottery pull and move on. But never had a single look left you as breathless and unbeared as that one, fateful look at Mingyu. One of the team members was busy assuring you not to worry too much about the pandemonium in the dressing room, that everyone would handle it and you were only asked to observe and help with smaller things as instructed; for now. You weren’t listening too hard though.

You were now adjusted to the chaos that comeback season and 13 men plus staff in a microscopic dressing room brought about. But you will never forget how in the midst of your first rain of hell, Mingyu had asked you to pass his phone.

‘Please?’ He had said, and you slammed your hand with a force of a woman infatuated on the table behind you and (literally) breathed out the first thing you had ever said to him.

‘Here’

He smiled and gave you a quick ‘thanks’.

There was no coming back after he flashed you those irresistible canines, and to this day, you wonder what nation you saved in a previous life to be able to have him know your name, hear it roll off his tongue in his pretty voice as he asks you to fix his smudged eyeliner.

You sigh defeatedly before your mentor slash irritated makeup artist shoves her load back in your hands and instructs you to come inside to pack up. It’s become routine for you now, as you begin to pack up the bigger palettes and tools, handing a ready-to-go-home Junhui the pack of makeup wipes he asked for, zipping up bags and closing tubs of outfits. It's an organized chaos but one everybody has grown to work around.

Mingyu is done before you, as he removes his jewelry and begins to shrug off his jacket. You scramble to find the clothes he came in and his coat, pointedly ignoring the familiar scent of wood. He thanks you and shucks off the remainder of his clothing, he might be used to stripping in front of professional staff, but you look away regardless for your own sanity.

Helping the last stylists hang the final jacket, you grab your bag and get ready to leave in your own car. Mingyu has left, not before throwing a “you did well, thank you!” over his shoulder at the remaining people in the room and leaving for the honking car outside.

***

Your mashing bananas in a bowl at 12 AM when you start thinking. Impulsive baking sessions had become a norm since you started working with Seventeen, needing to keep yourself occupied to stop spiraling. Mingyu was a recurring topic (surprise surprise), but one that quickly faded when you begin to think about what the future holds for you. You start mashing the banana harder. You consider the idea that you can’t complain, being in a position some of the most well seasoned pros had difficulty reaching. Being a single young woman and being allowed so close to some of the most unattainable men was seen as near impossible. You’d like to think it was your skill that got you here but can never seem to fully rule out a processing error.

It’s hard, being stuck in the same place. Your apprenticeship should have ended 2 months ago, but even if it had, you’d still be doing the same thing. The senior artist trusts no-one but a select few to work on the boys for photoshoots, events, music videos. People like you are left to sanitize sponges and clean the fallout.

You crack an egg on the counter and it splits open entirely, falling on the floor, yolk and all. Your inability to grow stays within the idea that you can’t really do your artistry like you want.

And how you never learn to crack your eggs on the bowl.

***

Showing up on the Going Seventeen set, you rush to the dressing room way earlier than you should. Being completely honest, you’re really only rushing because you want to maneuvere yourself to do Mingyu’s makeup before somebody else snags him. This was one of the very few engagements where you were occasionally allowed to take charge on makeup. Not that it was required for the show much at all; intensity and occasion wise. Your rare (possible) moment to (maybe) come into Mingyu’s organic notice was an opportunity never to be dropped by you.

You help setting up everything on the counters as the boys begin to (loudly) file in the rooms. You see Mingyu walk in and move to ask him to sit down once he’s done discarding his coat. He was first in line and you ‘happened’ to be the first one ready to begin working.

‘Is the eye makeup heavy? I just got a sty removed and I don’t know if I should be putting anything on at all.’ He asks as he sits down and you ready your damp sponge.

‘Not really, just smoothing things out. It should be fine.’ you say as you begin to press the compact on his cheek.

Your not really sure why, because you’ve never been able to muster anything above brief replies when in contact with him, but something in you pushes you to keep talking.

‘I’m surprised they even asked for us, they rarely ever do’ you continue, heart pounding so hard you’re afraid he might hear it.

He breathes out a laugh ‘Yeah. They even started advertising the show on youtube and subway stations and stuff, I didn’t know until I saw someone talk about it online’

You smile at his response ‘Well, all of you work so hard, it's about time they pull this to a high scale production’

‘It's never really work if your having fun, we try to be ourselves on here’ He replies, still smiling slightly.

You’re damn near close to collapsing on the floor at this point. This is the longest conversation you’ve ever had with him. You opt to smile in response as you start to concentrate on his eyebrows. The rest of his face is done far too soon as you zone out and do what you do best.

‘All done’ you announce as you pull away from his lips, trying not to have yoour gaze linger.

“Y/n! Can you start on Vernon if you're done?’, another artist calls from behind.

‘Yeah, he can come up!’ you reply as Mingyu (regretfully) walks towards hair.

Just because you sew your mouth shut with Mingyu doesn’t mean it applies for the rest of them, you’re quite friendly with all of them and Vernon does well to remind you as he sits down and quips a ‘hey bestieee’ in an elongated greeting.

You audibly laugh ‘That’s another word I’ll be hearing for the next month’

‘Regretfully so’ He feigns sympathy.

‘Be quiet and look up’ you say with a fond smile before you get started on him.

***

You sit on the floor in front of your television, trail mix on the coffee table as the movie plays as background noise for your thoughts - again.

There’s a smile on your face, but you dont notice as you think about the small talk you made with Mingyu today, wondering if it could become a regular occurrence if you learned to keep your heart and mind in check.

You were never one to stand up and take effort to do what was right for you, which is why you were talked into choosing Business Administration by your friend in highschool, who you never speak to now because she decided to ditch you for another group who were more inclined to shuttle themselves to liver failure by partying every last weekend in your entire college career. You were talked into applying to corporate jobs by your counsellors as you started looking for make-up courses, needing to abandon your dream for the second time when you landed a decent entry level desk job. It took years before you decided to choose yourself for once and made the big leap after multiple courses you had took on the side. Life was starting to look bright after getting hired here, but you’re not sure if you overrode a high or if you went back to your old zipped mouth state after you settled in. Never sure if you expected too much or if things really were as stagnant as they felt.

***

Overmanifestation can be a thing. You're not really sure how it works but you’re reaping what you’ve sowed right about now.

You’re currently standing in an offside corridor in a hotel lobby, clad in a pretty white floral dress, and a nervous, fidgety Mingyu standing in front of you.

'I know I'm asking you to do something difficult and I know it seems pointless because I'm not doing anything wrong either that you have to lie about it'

This was supposed to be a staycation with your friends for you to relax and get your mind off things. Your ticket to relaxation has become a nightmare.

'And I understand I'm being super unreasonable but I'm really trying to keep it on the down-low as we get to know each other'

You were waiting with your friends on the couches positively stuffing your faces with the complimentary chocolate bowl placed on the coffee table as a couple other friends checked you guys into your rooms. You were laughing and talking with your group, carefree and ready to have a week of well deserved rest.

That was the plan anyway. Until you see someone across the lobby, also in line at check in. He had an unmistakable toothy smile,and was hand in hand with a concealed brunette.

Your smile abruptly falls in disbelief as you feel your world halt around you.

The same hands come up to brush the hair out of the woman's face to place a kiss on her temple, smiling wide.

The nauseating feeling of ice going down your spine is becoming more and more apparent. You attempt to swallow the lump in your throat but it's like trying to swallow a brick. You lick your lips and attempt to look away but your eyes keep feeding on the picture you painted yourself in your worst nightmares. Realizing you're on the brink of possible hyperventilation, your friend drops her head and asks you if you're okay. You look up at her, not knowing what to say as you realize that nodding furiously will convince her.

Mingyu has a girlfriend.

Of course he would. What were you thinking? This man is one of the most eligible bachelors in the country, why on earth would he be single? You’re unhinged, you decide, for thinking you may have a chance, when the woman turns around and you see her in full. She’s gorgeous.

A part of you still wants to believe that you're officially past the point of sanity and that you've begun to see Mingyu in every tall man. The universe, however, is cruel. He pushes his head up and in your general direction, and locks eyes with you in unmistakable recognition.

He stops smiling.

So here you are listening to Mingyu asking you to keep this a secret from the company, to forget the woman waiting for him in the lobby.

You can only nod in slight motions as he goes on his rant to justify his oath to secrecy, managing a tight lipped smile as you miraculously find your voice, hoarse as it may be.

'Don't worry about it, I understand' - ouch - 'it's none of my business anyway. I'll keep my lips sealed, I promise'

'Thank you, thank you, thank you I appreciate it so much, you don't even know. I'll repay you soon I promise'

'No, please, it's not-'

'No, Y/n I will. You're being really good to me right now and I'm so grateful. I'm sorry for putting you through this while you're off from work and with friends. It's worth to me that your listening and understanding'

You're tired. You want nothing but for him to stop talking. So you smile again and shake your head.

'I'm sure your friends are waiting, I won't keep you. I'll see you soon though!'

And with that he leaves. Back to the lobby where you see him take the woman by hand once again. You watch again as they walk to the elevators, stepping in and disappearing when the doors close. You watch the floor number rise.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5…

You walk back to your laughing friends before you can see where they got off.

***

Retiring to your shared hotel room with Chaeyoung, you fall back first into the crisp sheets and mattress.

'Why're you so depressed dude, did Mingyu say something to you?' She asks, a slight line forming between her brows.

'I'm fine, I've been up since 5 today it's just fatigue hitting me right now' you reassure, like always. 'I might not go to dinner with you guys, might end up with my face in the soup at some point'

Chaeyoung hums. ‘Take the night off so you can gear up for the rest of the week. I'm letting you off for now but I expect full attendance for eveything else we do', finishing with a mocking stern look.

'Yes ma'am' you feign salute from the bed, mimicking her stern tone.

You've known Chaeyoung for quite a while now, meeting her in your last year of uni. Trusting her as you do, you were never fully able to fess up about your feelings for Mingyu. Fear of judgment wasn't the problem, but more so the strange feeling of shame that overcomes you when you think about talking about it with other people. It's quite beyond you, why you act this way. You loved your friends and you knew they would support you with everything, they'd proved it when you'd made one of the most difficult decisions of your life while leaving your job. But the idea of having the audacity to love someone who could never do the same seemed like a feat of embarrassment.

Who are you, y/n? Who are you to have foolish dreams of a girl in love? With someone clearly fit for all things greater than you?

Maybe this was a good thing, you thought, the weird feeling in your stomach returning. Maybe this was the universe telling you to give up and move on, a kind of rejection that keeps your dignity. This was nothing but a reality check, a sign from whatever wants best for you, to bring your attention back to what brought you to Mingyu in the first place.

***

You didn’t see Mingyu for the rest of the trip, which you were grateful for not knowing how you’d react if you had to see him so soon after, that.

Back massaged and head clearer than it had been for weeks, you feel more in control of your feelings and thoughts regarding your life. You hope the conversation with Mingyu was the last stressful thing you’d encounter for a while.

It’s almost comeback season, you realise as you see the new concept photos while scrolling on your couch at home. This meant insanely early mornings for weeks on end, but you had to push through for your own sake. You’d come out of multiple comebacks needing a brace for a month but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. Never realising the true meaning of learning through experience, you were enlightened as you entered this new, very hands on field. The concept looked interesting, hoping the scraps of makeup you’d be allowed to do would be fun for you.

That ended up being true when you were, for the first time, asked to do Hoshi’s full makeup for their first comeback broadcast.

Your stumped silence was short lived as you hastily oblige and get the chair ready for him. You’d looked at the demo sheets and face charts too much for someone who wasn’t actually going to be asked to do much, but you see it pay off as you finish his eyes and get started on the rest of his face. It was easy for you to zone out as Soonyoung had passed out not even 5 minutes in, having someone hold his face as you worked.

You felt your chest swell with an indesipherable feeling as you watched him get up with your mastery on his face; pride, was it? You were getting emotional for no reason. Your attention, however, is moved sharply when you hear someone tell Mingyu it was his turn, finding him plopped on your chair staring straight into nothingness as he’d just been rudely awoken from his nap. He doesn’t realise it’s you for a solid minute as he tried to remember his own name.

‘Oh, hello’ he says, sort of confused. ‘Sorry, just give me minute’, he mumbles as he rubs his eyes.

He stretches back onto his seat signalling he’s ready for you to get started. You trying not to feel too much in your stomach as you begin.

You’re powdering his forehead when he says “I know I already said this but I really appreciate what you’re doing”

You know he’s talking about the conversation at the hotel, you were hoping you could avoid it.

“I told you not to worry about it, honest.” You reply, and somehow manage to choke out “It makes me happy that you’re happy”

You can see him trying to fight a smile, “Thank you for saying that”.

You wanted to stab someone. But you opt for gently brushing a base colour across his eyes.

“Do any of us know her, by any chance?” You ask cautiously.

“I dont think so. We met through mutual friends at a Christmas dinner, we didn’t start talking till she had to bring me a bunch of papers I’d left at my mom’s that day.” his face depicts someone reminiscing a fond memory.

It was cute, how it seemed like fate was trying to bring them together. It would've been cuter if you weren’t in a one sided pining with one of the two lovers.

“Well, I hope it works out for the both of you”

No you don’t.

“I hope so too”

You don’t hope that at all.

You felt guilty, feeling all of this. Hated that this was your first response to him wanting to be happy. Never would you have imagined stooping this low, hoping his happiness doesn’t work out for your sake. You’d like to owe it this being your first real infatuation, but you can’t help but wonder if this was really what you thought.

You decided to focus on the good news for today, that you’re finally allowed to do your actual job. You can only hope this wasn’t a temporary advancement, allowing time to tell.

Things remained the same the following day, much to your absolute elation. You were done doing 4 people’s makeup and was just winding down to take a break, quite satisfied with yourself. You observed as the rest of the boys got their hair done and run around, half in their outfits. You stifle a snort as you watch Jeonghan hide Minghao’s socks in his pockets as the boy tried to find them to put his shoes on, the former continuing to sip on his coffee seemingly unaware.

“Y/n, have you seen my socks? The green ones with the leaves on it?” Hao inevitable asks you.

You’re forced to feign confusion when Jeonghan pokes his head behind him signalling you to keep up the charade. He continues to look and you’re just about to have mercy on the poor boy before a to-go cup of coffee is shoved in front of your face.

You look up at the person and it’s Mingyu extending his arm at you expectantly.

“Oh, I didn’t order anything” you start, thinking you’re clearing up a confusion.

“I know you didn’t, got one for you anyway.”

There’s a record screech in your brain as you absorb his words.

“Think of it as me trying to repay the favour”

Oh. I see.

You’re a little embarrassed thinking he’d get one for you in that way, not when he had someone waiting on him. You accept the cup and mumble a thank you as he unexpectedly plants himself on the couch next to you.

“I saw you drinking lattes a lot of the times, so I just got you that. Hope that’s okay”.

Your silent for a moment before replying “Yes!” a little bit too loudly, eyes widening a little realisng your lack of volume control.

He knows your coffee order.

“Yes,” you say again in a normal tone and a slight laugh to cover up your inability to read the room, “They’re my favourite actually”

Kim Mingyu knows you like latte’s. This wasn’t good for your delusional brain.

Your conversation is cut short when the boys are called for roll call before they can prepare for the actual stage. You watch him get up and leave to file into the overstuffed elevators, not before he throws you the most adorable wave you’ve ever seen. You can’t hold back your smile as you wave back and look down at the drink he got you before taking a sip.

***

As it turns out, you did makeup for the rest of their comeback season, and Mingyu, without fail, got you an iced latte every single day before leaving to go on stage.

You tried to get him to stop, but he was rooted in his position and you didn’t have it in you to say no to his pleading eyes. It was a re-charge for you, when you’d seen him break into a happy smile, prominent canines that you’d grown to adore. He’d done more than enough to ‘repay’ you for swearing to secrecy, and you felt like you too, should should repay him the balance.

So here you were, making banana bread in your kitchen again, careful to remember to crack your eggs on the rim of your mixing bowl instead of slamming them on the counter. You’re stirring the flour in when a classified devious thought occurs to you.

These past two weeks were pivotal for both you and Mingyu, daily coffee’s meant daily conversations, which meant getting to know one another more. You’d exchanged phone numbers in the midst of all of this, to which ensued the agenda of staying up till midnight talking to each other about the meaning of life.

Setting down the whisk, you pick up your phone and sent the text before you chickened out.

[You]: I have a surprise for you.

[You]: You wanna come over? It’s better enjoyed fresh lol

[Mingyu]: Ma’am? 👁👁

[Mingyu]: That sounds a whole lot like a booty call

[You]: *attachment*

[Mingyu]: IS THAT CAKE??

[Mingyu]: omw 😮‍💨

You send the location and set your phone down, a jittery feeling going through your entire body. There’s a spring in your step as you slide the loaf into the oven and set a timer. You turn around your kitchen island and register the pigsty that is your apartment. The girls were over the night before and you had done nothing to enlighten the aftermath, pillows strewn across the entire living room and snack wrappers in places you’re not sure how they landed.

By the time you’re done and spritzed the place with some of your nicer perfumes, your taking the loaf out of the oven and on a rack to cool.

Ever the punctual man, you hear the doorbell ring just as your taking your oven mitts off.

Hoping you’ve done enough to your apartment to save yourself from embarrassment, you collect yourself and open the door for him through your ringcam. He’s barely through when your rushing towards your doorway.

“Hi!”

“Hey,” he grunts as he tries to slip off his shoes.

“‘aight, where’s my cake?” he demands once he’s done giving you a quick hug.

You roll your eyes and usher him to the kitchen, “First of all, appreciate how excited you are to see me, and second, its banana bread not cake, sorry to burst your bubble”

He responds to your grumbling with an “Oh come on, you can't put freshly baked goods on the agenda and expect me to pay particular attention to anything else”.

He has his trademarked grin and cheesy stare out on display like its nobody’s business, you want to slap it off of him in the most loving way possible, but you settle with a tiny “shut up”.

“I brought warm coffee this time, thought it’d go better” He sets the to-go carrier on the kitchen counter, following you to where you were attempting to slice the still hot banana bread on a tray.

“Oh, that was a good idea” you say.

“Where’re your plates and forks?” he asks, pulling out the drawers and cabinets you signal to.

It all felt too domestic for your weak heart to handle. Not to say it didn’t warm you to the core how comfortable he felt in your space, you did, more than you’d care to admit. But he needed to tone it down before you required an organ transplant.

You were seated on the floor, butts parked on floor cushions, backs against the couch. The coffee table held all of your goods while you both argued on which movie to watch.

“I can’t believe you haven’t watched any of the Harry Potter movies! No, we’re watching philosopher’s stone, I don’t care!” You shout in disbelief, already typing it into the search bar on the TV.

“Philly-philo- bro I can’t even pronounce it why would I watch that?!” He yells back, snatching the remote from you.

You’re both a giggling, screaming mess on the floor as you keep trying to steal the remote from each other, not stopping until one of you bumps into the table and you almost spill hot coffee all over yourselves.

You decide to call a truce and pick another movie entirely.

Just as you’re pressing play, Mingyu takes a bite of the still (surprisingly) warm banana bread and you watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“This is so good” He says, his faced furrowed as he goes in for another bite. “Did you lace this with something, why is this so good?”

You’re biting back a snarky remark but you let it rip anyway; “It’s cuz these pretty hands made it”

You splay your hands out in front of your face, like your showing him your rings, fingers wiggling and a cheeky smile on your face.

He looks unimpressed as he scoffs. He swallows before saying: “At least you didn’t call the secret ingredient love or something”

“Excuse you, I’m pretty sure I heard you say that in some Gose episode” You remark.

He turns to you, all smug: “So your saying you watch Gose? Like, regularly?”

You immediately turn away from his taunting smirk, “Sometimes, if it shows up on my home page”

You take a sip of your latte before he asks you another sweat producing question.

“Oh, but you pay attention to me the most don’t you? Don’t you?”

He’s poking fun at you, you know that. But a paranoid part of you can’t help but think he’s onto you and your feelings.

So you say something maybe a little bit below the belt.

“You sure have a knack for seeking validation from the world when you have a partner already giving that to you”

The words tumble out of your mouth before you know it. In your defence, you're doing this for a greater cause, but it's still a relief when you see him comically gasp, hand to his diaphragm.

“Just because your alone in life, doesn’t mean you need to be salty about other people receiving actual love” He spits back.

Your sputtering trying to think of a response. Deserved.

He grabs a slice of the bread and shoves into your mouth to shut you up once and for all. You’re left chewing the mouthful and staring at him in shock.

He giggles and takes a sip of coffee, satisfied with himself. When he sets it down he opens his mouth to speak. Closes it again, like he re-evaluating, and finally decides to say something. He’s serious now.

“Ji Eun and I, decided it wasn’t gonna work out between us”.

Oh.

“Oh.”

He blows a raspberry and lets out a meek laugh.

“Yeah, oh. It’s whatever, it wasn’t meant to work out. Better sooner than later.”

You’re trying to find the words to reply or comfort him.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You ask him, being careful to not lace your voice with pity, but more neutral and open. “You don’t have to, obviously, but it might be better to talk about what’s bothering you”

He pauses for a moment before starting.

“She wasn’t sitting very well with the idea that she had to share me. Like at all. She wouldn’t say it but she’d get mildly infuriated when I’d blow the fans a kiss or something, or interacted with the staff too much. I was getting home quite late certain days during comeback season and I’d find her outside the dorm at like 11 PM. It was embarrassing when all of the other members would see her there, obviously upset and basically yelling at me for, for - for literally just doing my job.I guess all the smaller things just started piling and she couldn’t take it. I tried so hard to make sure she felt wanted and secure in the relationship but nothing felt like it was ever enough. She was evasive or confrontational all at the wrong times and it came to a point- its a horrible thought to have in a relationship - but I was terrified she’d do something rash and I’d wake up to my face on articles for some reason - again”

You recollected the past couple years when Mingyu was thrown around in the media for a new accusation seemingly everyday. You weren’t involved with anything regarding the industry back then, but you’d heard enough news to be aware of what was happening.

Your heart swelled with sadness as you heard him talk, he sounded like he was trying- trying hard to be good enough. All for a person who seemed to have their priorities set somewhere else.

“She was amazing; kind and happy and confident. She treated my parents with respect, she was best friends with my sister. I know we only lasted like 3 months but at some point I really considered that she could be the one. But then the problems started and I realized she was only becoming an added factor to stress and anxiety for me more than anything else.

“I liked her because she was so family oriented, and I thought that was what would fit me because I’m like that too. But, I guess I’m just a different kind of oriented? I don’t know. I have a job that’s both interpersonal and unpredictable. There’s days where I don’t wanna get up and do work but I still love it nonetheless. I guess she just expected me to have a predictable, stable 9 to 5. Home in time for dinner, not requiring interaction with too many people; basically everything I can’t be.”

He’s silent for a moment.

You start talking after a couple beats.

“I really hope you aren’t taking this like it’s your fault. She made a choice to put up with your work, knowing how it would be for the both you. You tried your best but she made you feel like your best wasn’t good enough. I dunno about you, but that sounds like a really problematic conclusion. If she truly cared for you and what you love, she would never have been this unsupportive or not understanding”.

He’s listening to you, his expression is blank but you can tell he’s absorbing your words.

“I’d like to think I had realized that. But being completely honest, I’m not really sure when my thoughts go back to me thinking I’m the problem all the time.”

He manages a smile, a wide one, as he looks up to make eye contact with you; “But I know it’ll take me some time to really start believing that it’s not entirely my fault. We just weren’t compatible, and that’s fine. We left on good terms, and I’m happy about that.”

You smile with him as he finishes, but your a little confused when he starts sliding closer and down the cushions.

He sets his head on your shoulder.

You may have shortcircuited right then and there.

“Is this okay?” he asks you quietly, attention finally diverted to the half played movie.

You realise he asked you a question and you have to answer.

“Yeah, this is fine” You breathe out, somehow, by the graces of God himself.

No, you weren’t fine at all. You felt like the universe had flipped a faulty switch, mixed up the scripts, lost the plot, something. But as you get used to the weight of Mingyu’s head on your shoulder, you pray it won’t come back to haunt you in another chapter.

***

Your routine became inverted in the sense that, what you once had to plan out so intricately, is unfolding with no effort from you at all.

You find that Mingyu waits for you to be done with somebody else so you can do his makeup, instead of sitting on another free chair. He’d come to you specifically to touch up his makeup instead of going to an artist he saw closer to him. He never forgot to get you a coffee whenever it was that he saw you.

Mingyu hadn’t slept over that night, instead leaving in his car despite the 1 AM drizzle and your insistence for him to stay until the pour recedes.

Maybe it was better for you that he hadn’t stayed that night. Something about how you grew so close ‘organically’ made you feel like this wasn’t all in your head, that he’s choosing to be your friend.

You’re handing him his clothes as he begins to change, using the excuse to whisper to him;

“I was gonna try a new brownie recipe tonight, if you’re free you can come over?”

“I think I have somewhere to be after this but I’m free after, How’s 6?”

So there you are, back in your kitchen folding chocolate chunks into your brownie batter while waiting for Mingyu to get here.

Your phone dings from the island and you check to see a message from Mingyu sending you what looked like a grocery list; pasta, oregano, garlic…

[Mingyu]: Tell me what you don’t have from this

[Mingyu]: I’m at the store rn hurry up

You send him a list of what you don’t have, realising he intended to have dinner with you too.

[Mingyu]: k thanks

[Mingyu]: be there in like an hour

There’s a warm feeling that’s swelling in your chest, that makes you wanna punch a wall because your so happy. You choose self control, mostly because this apartment is on a lease but also you’d probably break your knuckles trying to punch anything harder than a foam mat.

By the time Mingyu’s here, the brownies are in the oven and you’re almost done with the icing. He unpacks the groceries (and the warm lattes) he bought while you finish up, confirming that he was trying a new pasta recipe tonight. Setting the brownies and coffee down on your usual coffee table, you decide wait a couple hours before starting on making dinner, instead choosing to hear him ramble about an idol he met at an award show.

“So, we start talking before we’re ready to go up- you weren’t there you were working on wonwoo’s makeup- and he starts complimenting me and so obviously I start complimenting him back”

He’s waving his arms around, and setting positions with coasters on the table trying to explain the setting.

“He asks me if I have a sister and I’m like… yes? Which I should’ve realised where this was going because he then” - he pauses to take a deep breath - “this absolute asshat decides it’d be funny to ask me for her number because apparently ‘if you’re this hot, I’m sure any sibling you have is too’ BRO, WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU SAY THAT - how are laughing at this?!”

You calm yourself down for a second to clarify, “NO! It’s just hilarious how he thought that was okay to say”

You’re still still giggling in shock when Mingyu calms down, now also laughing incredulously.

“But actually though, please tell me you smacked him” you manage.

“I would have,” he grumbles “I got called to fix my hair cuz I ruined it or something”.

“Oh well, now you know who to avoid next time,” you say as you guide a bite of brownie into his mouth, “Forget about it now, eat sugar, it’ll help”

He chews a bit before swallowing, all while you’re watching him with an endeared smile on your face.

“Y’know, I really thought you didn’t like me when you first joined the team”

You pause mid sip of your coffee, brows furrowed, “What do you mean?”

“You never really talked me, did you? You were friendly with the rest of them but it just seemed like you never wanted to enter a room if you saw me there”

You’re looking at him in utter shock, this man was mistaking your avoidant (yet also pushy) teenage crush behaviour for dislike.

He’s looking at you expectantly, a little pout on his face.

“I never disliked you, why would you think that? I promise everything was a coincidence, it was nothing like that”

“Don’t get so defensive, kinda obvious you like me now if not before” He laughs at your panicked expression.

He meant platonic like.

“I’m sorry I made you feel like that though, I’ve been told I have a pretty serious resting bitch face, it’s gotten me in trouble before” she smile sheepishly.

“It’s fine, you made up for it with that first banana bread” He says before taking another bite of brownie, “Could use more chocolate chunks”

You snort before pushing him with a sock clad foot, “Appreciate me even giving them to you”

You fall back to the adjacent sofa.

It’s quiet for a moment. But you feel like something’s shifted in the air.

You watch as he brings his hand to the same foot, holding onto your ankles. He’s caressing the exposed skin with his fingers, moving them back and forth. His eyes are glued to yours, looking like he’s in a trance. You’re not sure how to register this new change in mood, suddenly feeling like you need to turn the aircon on during the bleak Seoul winter. Just as you're hoping you don’t start sweating, you feel his vice grip on your ankle pull your leg over with a sharp tug. You scream as you lose support of the sofa and fall back.

You sit up in shock to find him leaning with his elbows on the floor, cackling like madman.

“Mingyu, what the fuck?”

“You-” He stops to laugh again, “You should’ve seen your face, PLEASE, it was hilarious”.

You huff before getting up shoving his shoulder with your foot again, “You’ve been playing guest a little too long, maybe it’s time you get started on that pasta”

“Will I be blessed enough to be receiving her highness’s help?” He asks.

He looks like a dream, clad in his T-shirt because he claims he doesn’t get cold. Hands behind him on the floor to give him support as he stares up at you, smiling wide. He’s looking at you with eyes full of stars and glitter.

You muster up the courage to give him a nasty glare, to which he huffs at and gets up, “Such a meanie”.

It’s hard to conceal your smile as his back his turned, sachaying towards the kitchen. You want to slap him and kiss him at the same time.

Your washing veggies in the sink when you turn around catch sight of his back as he stood at the kitchen island, sorting the rest of the ingredients. You get the same overwhelming feeling in your chest again, assuming you’re deluding yourself into thinking this is what life could be like with him. In less than 3 seconds, you’ve conjured a timeline of domestic routines, to wind down with him like this every evening.

You’re still lost in thought, still incessantly staring when he turns around and catches you in the act. He does the rude thing and snaps his fingers in front of your face to pull you out of your thoughts, “You okay?”

“Yeah” You say trying to gloss it over while busying yourself trying to find your cutting board.

“Are you sure? Do you wanna sit down at the island and watch me instead. You don’t have to help -”

“Pick a knife, and shut up dingus, it’s fine”

Once your both done eating and cleaning up, Mingyu hugs you goodbye, not before asking if you’d be free for lunch next week before he got busy the following month. You quickly agree, setting a date and time, bidding your (reluctant) farewells.

***

Once back in your apartment you realize how you can’t clean up to distract yourself because Mingyu took it upon himself to clear the space with you before he left. You sigh loudly and retire into your bedroom where you don’t have to think about how empty your living room is.

Changing into your pajamas and putting a headband on, you don’t even feel like turning your music on to do your night routine. You double cleanse, tone, serum, acid and moisturise your face with added purposefulness, taking note of the crevices of your nose and the neglected bottom of your chin. Taking extra time to make sure all of the foam is out of your skin before drying your face with a tissue.

You look at your fed skin in the mirror, and feel a weird surge of tears well in your eyes. Before they can fall you slam your bathroom cabinet to busy yourself to find your melatonin gummies, shoving them in your mouth before switching off the bathroom light and retiring to your bedroom.

Slipping the headband off and sliding into bed, you’re still chewing your gummies to a paste in your mouth. Trying not to notice how heavy you’re breathing you try to find your white noise machine, the one you found advertised for infants, and turn it on before grabbing your book to read for a few extra minutes.

Your staring at the pages like you found them to be blank. You’re phone dings next to you, signalling a notification.

Picking it up you find your mental health app sending you a daily reminder.

You’re allowed to feel your emotions.

***

Winter had run its course as you find yourself in April. You never really liked the cold, having been more sensitive to a gust of wind than the average joe, you were better suited to sitting with an aircon instead of being unable to move in the middle of Korea’s January cold rush. But alas, the cherries are blossoming and your fingers have defrosted.

That isn’t what’s on your mind right now though, as you’re standing in a Sephora, arms crossed and shoulders tense. You loved shopping for makeup, but you mostly chose to do it online unless you really had to otherwise. Parking yourself in the perfume section with the scents mixing together a cocktail of nosehair doom, you really wish you’d worn a face mask. Not to mention the migraine inducing coloured lights and mainstream pop playing in the background (you swear they’ve been playing Side to Side by Ariana Grande on loop since you got here).

These were all, however, peripheral observations for you, as you stare in absolute pneumonic shock at the number written on the price tag of the perfume you’re looking at.

Now, Mingyu is a man of class, high maintenance if you will. You’re well aware he likes to spoil himself, because he has a bank account to back it up.

Your bank account is definitely full and secure, but not enough for you to justify dropping what seems like half of its contents to something only one of the five senses can experience.

Mingyu mentioned in passing how he wanted this perfume a while ago, and knowing that he hadn’t ordered it for himself just yet, you decide to be the amazing friend that you are and surprise him for his birthday.

You may be regretting that right now, but you tentatively pick up the blue, crystalline bottle and spritz a bit on a paper strip before taking a whiff. It smelled good, that’s for sure, and it suited him too. So when the saleslady came to offer assistance, after you excused the last three, you decide you’re going to do this for him.

“Yes, could I have this in the box please?”

Walking back to your car you feel a bount of jitter run through you,

Oh, he’s gonna freak out when he sees this.

He did, in fact, freak when he saw it, and his reaction made you want to give him all of the good things in the world if you could see him like this all the time.

He’s smiling ear to ear and speaking in that high pitched voice that he gets when he’s excited. He’s thanking you over and over again, smoothing the box over in his hands repeatedly, looking at the ‘from: y/n :p’ with hearts in his eyes.

“I’m gonna save this for the rest of my life” he says, with determination and a goofy grin.

You snort at the declaration, “Sure, bud”

“I’m serious. What, you wanna bet?” he replies, taking a sip of his, latte, which you proudly credit yourself for swerving him over from Americano’s.

He insisted on going out to eat at this fancy French place a day before his actual birthday as he’d be busy on the day of, but it was risky for him to be seen eating out alone with a young woman at such a fancy place. You settled for a nicer traditional Korean restaurant, that allowed you to book a room away from possible prying eyes and one that you were both comfortable with. You decided to wait till you were back in the car with your post dinner coffee’s to give him his present.

“I’m giving you 3 months before that bottle’s dry to the dregs” You affirmed, “You smell like you empty half a bottle of something off your dresser everyday anyways”

You said it as an insult, but jokes on you because you loved the way he smelled.

“Fine, I’m gonna use this so carefully I’m not replacing it for at least a year”

“A year? What happened to the rest of your life?” you refute.

“I have you for that, don’t I”

What the fuckity fuck.

He’d turned to you, leaning on the headrest, that signature cheesy look; like he was in love or something. Voice dropping a couple octaves as he said it, laced with something defined and strong - enough for it to feel like the weight of an elephant had dropped on your chest.

You gather yourself after looking at him for a couple seconds, jaw unhinged and forgotten on the floor of his car. You chose to grab your cardigan that was neatly folded on the dash, and astral project it to his face across the seat. He’s laughing so hard there’s tears glistening in the corner of his eyes. He falls forward and you see strands of his hair fall to his face, he’d been growing them out.

“Shut up” you grumble in your seat, annoyed at how easy it was for him to send your heart through and beyond your chest.

He’s still giggling like a school girl, and you cave and give him a hint of a smile.

“There it iiiis” He announces, grabbing your face and smushing your cheeks together.

For a moment, he stops to look at you like this, like he’s contemplating. For one, brain rattling, organ exploding, microsecond, you think he might even kiss you.

Instead, he headbutts you slightly rubbing his head swiftly before letting go.

“I might need to wash my hands, I think I got your makeup on me” He mumbles, looking at his hands like a child with mud soaked palms.

“Serves you right, you buffoon,” You remark as you pull out your trusty travel pack of makeup wipes.

Yanking one out of the tab, you pull his hand over and try to wipe the remnants of foundation off, starting from the heel up to each individual finger. It’s silent as you concentrate on getting it all off both hands, he was wearing black tonight and knowing him he’d rub his hand over his pants and get beige foundation all over. You knew because you’d seen him do it one too many times.

“All done” you quip, looking up and catching his stare. He’s smooth to slowly look away and retract his open hands from your lap about 5 seconds after it became noticeable.

You busy yourself by attempting to stash away the wipes to throw out later, closing the pack of wipes and shoving them back into your bag.

He’s watching you do all of this, his stare is burning holes into the side of your head. He’s desperate to say something, but you’re not sure if you want to hear.

“Let’s go back to my place. We’ll stick a candle into a sheet brownie and call it your birthday cake. Oh, we can pick up ice cream too!”, You say, costuming your voice to sound unaffected by his vibe.

And so you did stick a candle in the fresh batch of brownies you both made at 11PM, two hours before his actual birthday. Sitting across from each other on the counter, Mingyu has his eyes closed shut, hands clasped, wearing a ridiculously coloured ‘BIRTHDAY BOY’ headband you found somewhere deep in your drawers.

“You’re gonna get wax on the brownies and they're gonna be inedible, hurry up” You groan, after everytime it seems like he’s done, he clenches his eyes shut again as he remembers another thing he has to wish for.

You’re not actually annoyed, he looks the cutest he’s ever looked, but you would appreciate non waxed brownies.

When he’s finally done, he blows out the singular candle and you clap lightly, “yay!”

You’re pulling out the candle and grabbing forks, dumping a couple scoops of ice cream on before you two start eating straight out of the pan.

Its a collection of groans as you both collapse on your couch, regretting eating all that so soon after dinner. He changed out of his dinner outfit to a T-shirt and pajama pants, he’d started keeping a set of clothes in his car when it started to become routine for him to spend regular evenings after work at your place.

You’re in your own unicorn pajama’s, slumped over on the arm rest slightly. You feel Mingyu scooch over to put his head in your lap, claiming he was “closing his eyes for a minute”.

You knew how lightning fast he passes out, so not even 5 minutes later you start to hear his light snores. As much as you want to wake him up to move him to the bed, you know he can’t stay the night. His birthday meant he had to be with the boys, and needing to head out early tomorrow.

So you give him 10 more minutes, fingers tracing the shape of his features, in his soft hair massaging his head with your nails slightly. He had a little pout on his face as he slept. Things had been hectic for him lately, having a comeback later in the month and the plethora of music and variety shows to follow.

Mingyu had been writing lyrics on the kitchen island one day, sputtering random words as you quipped in rhymes of your own without context, stirring the pot of soup on the hob at the same time.

One particular rhyme you spew out catches him off guard and he barks out a laugh at the ridiculous combination.

“I should put you on song credits for this”

“What do you think my producer name could be?”

He thinks for a second, “Banana bread sounds stupid, um, how’s brownie?”

“Cute, and serious enough” you agree, “I’ll be expecting to see my name on that album, sir”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you turn your attention back to the sleeping man curled up in your lap. You wonder if you could fall asleep on the couch too, keep him here with you for the night. Be a little selfish. It’d be nice, making waffles for breakfast when morning comes. But he needed to be at the dorm in the morning, the boys knew where he was but managers that’d come pouring in at 7 AM sharp, did not. And it was best kept that way. The last thing Mingyu wanted, you knew, was people getting the wrong idea. The thought stung a little bit, but you knew not to mix your hopes with what reality was giving you.

So you gather the courage to slowly reign him back from dreamland.

***

Your sitting with Mingyu and Seungkwan on the couches outside the dressing rooms, a little bit before they have to go to perform. You were done with your agenda and was waiting for them to start filing out before beginning to pack up.

“No, because why does he get to eat all the good stuff right out the oven and we don’t, that’s not fair” Seungkwan complained loudy to you, a mildly offended look on his face.

“Stop being such a complain bot, you’re never happy if I have nice things” Mingyu retorts, increasingly nasty looks being exchanged for an argument about freshly baked goods.

“Oh, I’m the hater?! Let me jog your memory, who was the one sulking and shoving me around when Y/n wouldn’t let you-”

Mingyu had jumped up and pulled Seungkwan into a headlock, his poor Americano half flying across the hall as he yells out in disarray.

“YAH!” cued with more noises of struggle and muffled threats.

You chose to embrace the violence by sitting in your seat and laughing as Vernon recorded their antics from the doorway inside eventually circing them for his supposed cinematic effect, catered for the inevitable weverse post that was to come.

Cut to them apologizing and cleaning up the mess of coffee and disregard.

You decide to be nice and attempt to make peace by reassuring Seungkwan, “Come over after you’re done promoting this week, I’ll make up for all the bread and cookies you missed out on”

“If you've finished with your escort duties Y/n, could you please come in and do your day job?”

The voice came from the doorway of the dressing room, your senior makeup artist standing there with her usual mildly inconvenienced expression. It took you a minute to fully understand what she meant by that sentence, your body completely still.

“Offended? What, like I’m wrong?”

You were no stranger to insulting behaviour in work places, but they’d always been revolving around your actual job description. People who didn’t like you knew they had to be smart on how they treated you regardles.

This was different. This felt like you were projected back in time to your solemn middle school days to mean girls taunting you about your spongebob socks, except multiply that by about a thousand.

You feel your stomach begin to churn as that nauseous feeling of shame began to settle itself into your veins.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been sitting there but when she slightly raises her voice; “Are you getting up or not?” your hands actively begin to tremble the slightest amount.

You’re making moves to get up by puting your coffee cup down, not knowing what to do except follow commands.

Your interrupted by a voice from behind; “She’s coming in, give us a minute”

Mingyu’s standing there, his expression stoic as Seungkwan and Vernon looked as stunned as you felt. You don’t register it in the moment, but the people in the hall, venue staff and those for other artists have also silenced, watching the scene unfold.

Her lips are in a tight line, her expression remaining irritated as she steps back inside the room.

You realise you need to do something to diffuse the escalated situation. Letting out a breathy laugh, you get up and tell them that you’ll be going inside, trying to keep your expression pleasant and unaffected, not waiting before turning around to spare them the burden of a response. People get yelled at everyday, and this is no different. You aren’t gonna be the one to make a scene out of a regular occurrence.

You know what's coming when you get inside, she’s waiting as she pulls you aside.

“Your behavior has been quite concerning recently, let me remind you of your place here and what you were hired to do. You've been dilly dallying with people who aren't even your friends, and its quite funny that you’d think they are. It's time to wake up from wasting your time making heart eyes at men who are way out of your league. I won't tolerate any more nonsense from you, and trust I won’t be this nice or forgiving the next time this happens”

You choose to nod your head.

“That’s another thing, use your own words. Don’t think other people are gonna be there all the time to speak for you” She spits out, her professional front slowly eroding the more she spoke.

“Yes, ma’am” You say, hoarse voice.

“Louder, next time”, she stalks out as majority of the people in the room also begin to leave for the filming downstairs.

You’re left standing awkwardly in front of the racks of clothes, trying to digest what just happened to you. Looking around the room, you try to figure out what your supposed to do.

Clothes on the couches, eyeshadow brushes on the floor. There’s a torn sponge resting underneath one of the chairs, a couple styrofoam boxes left on the tables from lunch.

There’s so much for you to do, you arent sure how you thought you had time to sit down and chat. But you’re not sure where to begin either. The room is a mess of smells and colours even without the buzzing noise of people getting ready. Tears begin to form as you try to navigate what you’re supposed to do, realising you can’t possibly find a starting point for any of this mess. Before you have time to think of anything else, a hand is holding onto your wrist, small and soft.

It’s Yoona, another one of the makeup artists.

“Y/n, I think it’s best if you go home, it’s been tiring.”

“But-”

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle her. Just trust me. Go home you’ll feel alot better”

She notices you hesitate for a second, and goes in to give you a hug.

It felt nice, to be hugged by a friend. For some reason, it didn’t feel like she was pitying you, her expression and aura reassuring you that you didn’t have to stand here alone.

“Whatever happened today shouldn't have happened, but you don’t need to think about that right now. Go home and do nice things for yourself, we’ll figure it out later. You have my number, give me a text once you get home. We can go out later if you want, when I get off work, to get your mind off things”

You’re not sure how you’re holding back the waterpark that has become of your tearducts as you hear those words from an unsuspecting friend, you nod with a smile. You feel a little more calm.

You can’t tell if you care enough to consider the consequences of your senior finding out how you’re doubling or nothing on your already posed humiliation. But the only thing you can think of right now is your bed and the ceiling you’d stare burn holes into.

So you, for the first time in a while, chose to choose yourself by picking up your satchel and leaving the chaos behind you as you walk to your car.

***

Just because you were brave where it mattered most doesn’t mean you weren’t allowed to cry.

You had come home, shot Yoona a brief text, and promptly began to sob the absolute Nile into your sheets.

You had never cried like this before, loud wracked sobs coming from a place in your chest you had locked away during a time you couldn’t even remember. You’re breathing after every choked cry is a sputtered intake of life, only to spit it back out as you let out another sob of what sounds like agony. There’s nothing in your head, nothing but the words that were spoken to you as echoes of your own mind. Hypocritical of you to hate them when the same words circled in your head like a mantra every cursed, unfortunate day. She had done you a favour, by spitting out the truth you’d stewed, chewed and kept in your mouth ever since you got here. This was a you problem, to believe that you were capable of things beyond your bracket. You were told by the universe, screamed at by the world, that this was never meant for you, and you chose to ignore it. You chose to be stubborn. You brought this misery upon yourself.

Once you’ve disposed your body weight of tears and snot and burden, you’re left to stare at your innocent sheets now stained with mascara and your sorrows. You crawl into your covers and rest your muscles for a few seconds, head empty. You aren’t sure when you drift off, but you're glad that you do.

You don’t dream for once.

***

You wake up feeling like you drank a gallon of water and went to sleep. Your eyes, nose and throat feel like they’ve been over watered yet dry at the same time. You don’t realise what’s really arising pangs of irritancy in your brain once you figure out the consistent sound is a door bell. You’re doorbell, of the house that you live in.

You’re slow to push yourself up, realising your slept in your day clothes. It’s dark out but you're not sure what time it is, and quite frankly, you can’t say you care enough to check. You need to silence your doorbell first, which can only be done by silencing whatever hell sent individual was playing drums on the button outside.

It’s a record screech in your brain as you peer through your peephole and realise who the aforementioned hell sent individual was.

Mingyu was outside your door.

You don’t realise you look like you crawled out of a sewer till it’s too late and you’ve already opened the door through muscle memory. Mingyu was always welcome in your space.

He was in casual clothes, his hair pushed back from the guessed hands that ran through it, but he was still in stage his stage makeup.

“Oh, were you sleeping?” He asks, eyes a little wide, expression cautious.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll go then, you weren’t answering your phone for anyone and you told Yoona you were home but you weren’t opening the door, i was worried. Sorry I ringed it so much I probably should’ve assumed-”

He stops to look at you, and it’s like realizes something before he finally says; “Just wanted to make sure you were okay, I’ll see you around. I’ll leave you alone”

“Wait,” you croak out, licking your lips, conscious of your morning voice, “Can you stay? Please? If you can.”

He stops to look at you, expression changing from sheepish to defensive.

“No! I mean, yes. Yes. I’ll stay. I’ll stay for as long as you want”

You let him in as he slips off his shoes and you lead him to the living room. His presence in the familiar place seems like it last happened eras ago, when he was only here maybe a week prior.

“You know where everything is, I’ll be back gimme like 5 minutes”

You’re scared to look at yourself in your bathroom mirror, so you don’t, and choose to scrub your face looking down at your sink. You change into a sweatshirt and trouser loungewear set, deciding to save your dignity a little bit further as you brush your hair and clip it back with a claw clip.

You take a breath before entering the living room again.

He’s sitting on the floor in your usual place, two steaming mugs on the coffee table, the tabs hanging out of the cup. He made you tea.

You sit down next to him, not really prepared for what you should be saying.

“How long has she been speaking to you like that?” He asks you quietly.

“She was always kinda itchy and uptight and stuff but, it was never like this” You say.

“Regardless, whatever that was, it was, wrong, uncalled for, all of those things” He says, sputtering a little bit.

He stops and sighs. It’s silect for a minute before he turns in his seat to face you, grabbing your folded legs and pulling you to face him too.

“Yoona heard everything she said to you after you went in, she heard it all. And she knows about some other stuff too. If you think, even for a second, that I’m not your friend, I might actually think there’s something wrong with you.

“If everything we’ve been through this past, almost a year, doesn’t amount to us at least being friends then I don’t know what it means to have one at all. You’re the first person in a while I’ve been able to be this open with. You know me better than most people, you’ve seen me at my worst and at my best. I’ve let you read me all you want, because I know I can be an open book if it’s you. I trust you more than I can trust myself sometimes, and I really wish you would trust me too.”

You’re watching him as he says all of this, you look up to make eye contact a couple times, and he’s looking at you everytime you lift your head.

“I do trust you. Probably more than anyone else. It’s myself I don’t trust. It’s hard for me to open up, I’m scared I’m gonna say something that’ll scare you away. And, I just thought maybe she was right today, that I need to realise that it can’t be that way between us, I have a job to do”

“What can’t be between us?”

“I like you, Mingyu. Like, I’m basically in love with you and have been since I fucking met you. I couldn’t believe that you could possibly be friends with someone like me, a confused, all over the place airhead who can’t tell right from left sometimes, forget you ever liking me. All that happened is that we became friends and I thought that this was as far as fate was gonna push us. All today told me was that … that was an overextension too. It was a wake up call that I can’t have everything in life. Things were going too well for us and I was letting myself think it could stay that way forever. I’m sorry for being this way, I’m sorry for making you feel uncomfortable and out of place. This is the last thing you’d want to hear from a friend and I’m sorry I’m putting you in this situation right now and that you had to go through that today-”

You don’t finish what your saying because you're interrupted. Interrupted by arms pulling you forward and into Mingyu in front of you.

Your both sitting in your living room at 3 AM, on the floor in front of your sofa like you both have so many times. Except now, Mingyu is holding you in his arms, and kissing you so delicately it hurts.

It’s warm, like getting into bed after a long day, the scent of home and security engulfing you as you begin to forget about the qualms of life.

He’s moving his lips slowly, with care and a feeling so overflowing you can’t describe.

He lets go slowly and rests his forehead against yours, his arms are around you tight, legs wrapped around your entire body so you can't escape - physically or mentally.

“You dumbass” You hear him say.

“I love you,Y/n. More than anything. And I need you to know that you don’t have to hide. If you think your thoughts are a burden then I want to carry it for you. I want you to realise you’re not alone. I want you to stop pushing me away. Everytime I want to do something nice for you, you try to push the effort to something else, everytime I try to take care of you, you have this look that makes me think you feel guilty for taking up my time or something. Everytime I think you’re about to ask me to stay the night, you remind me I have priorities and I should go, even though I know you want me to stay with you. I want you to stop caring so much for how other people feel and realise you can demand the same from the universe too. You deserve love and to be treated with care. You need to let people do that for you, love.”

Your looking at him now, your turn to have stars in your eyes.

He loves you.

And you feel it. You feel it in his words, in his eyes, in the kisses he’s leaving on your face, in his arms that are wrapped around you, ready to shield you from the world.

You don’t say anything as you fall into his chest, head on shoulder, relaxed body in the cage he’s made for you. You close your eyes as the tears are burning down your face. Except, this time they’re because your relieved.

You both got up from the uncomfortable floor and moved to your bed, still tangled within each other as you clarified everything else.

You found out that majority of the people who heard it were very upset at the situation, but didn’t know how to approach or confront her.

Seungkwan almost bust a blood vessel after he had digested what had happened, disbelief and threats on his tongue as he refused to get touched up by her during filming, apparently making a point to walk to somebody else. Seungcheol was thinking of trying to bring up the problem to management, considering how Mingyu too was distracted all the way home.

“The rest of them have gotten quite protective of you too, I think. It’s not like I shut up about you”

Apparently the only reason you were asked to start taking charge on makeup was because some of the other senior artists pressured your mentor to stop restricting you. It made you feel a little more secure that it wasn’t just you that felt pushed down.

She didn’t like that you were doing so well, considering it meant she was wrong about you and your abilities. It hurt her ego a little bit that people stopped preferring her to do their makeup or their touchups, how they wouldn’t interact with her the same way.

“Alot coming from a middle aged, married woman, attention seeking like a child” Mingyu added, scoffing with a sour face as he nuzzled into the crown of your head.

“The boys really like you by the way, they’ve been rooting for us since forever” He says, and your heart swells unimaginably so; you felt loved, so so loved.

You scooch up to plant a kiss on the underside of his chin and then one on his lips.

“That makes me happy”

“I’m happy that you’re happy. You deserve to be happy, everyday” He smooches you on the face again. “Oh, and don’t worry about that stinky face I’ll take care of her”

You laugh at the determination in his voice, but you wanted to clarify something.

“Please, let me handle her myself. I’ll ask for help if she’s stubborn but I wanna try by myself first”

“That was hot”

You push his chest away as you bark out a laugh at the random comment, hiding you face, by turning the other way.

He battles that by pull you back into his chest and continuing his atics

“What I can’t call my girlfriend hot. You’re hot. Your the sexiest motherfucker I’ve ever seen” smooch “You’re beautiful” and again “amazing” and again “gorgeous spectacular-”

You don’t fall asleep until the sun has well made its way up the sky, taking the executive decision to sleep in till way past lunch and maybe even take a nap afterwards.

You don’t care how it goes, because your happy just being with him.

***

You met with Yoona a couple days later at a cafe.

“Seungcheol asked us if we were facing the same kind of behaviour from her too. And everyone told him she was stuck up and rude and stuff. He said he wanted to bring it up to management but it didn’t really concern him directly so they wouldn’t listen. He told us to do so ourselves and we thought about it, but we’re gonna need to tell them about that too”

You nod your head as you listen to her speak, it was making sense.

“I dont mind going up to management at all and talking about it. I get that the rest of the stuff is a little too tame to be considered, which sucks because she shouldn’t be talking to us like that at all”

“Mhm, and I was thinking we could vouch for you on how she was restraining you for almost a year. Basically not letting you do your job. That’d be a another thing for them to think about”

“Yeah. Let’s do it asap, how’s this Monday?”

“Perfect, I’ll add everyone to a group chat and let them know”

And go up to management you did, who were surprisingly understanding. Apparently having received multiple reports and even videos of the most recent incident to act as proof. It was working out for all of you, and it proved to stay that way as they responded with a promise to shift her to a different department.

You had gone home that day feeling fulfilled and relieved. Mingyu, a man with spectacular timing had also proceeded to send you a text as a distraction,

[Mingyu]: Kwan wants to come over

[Mingyu]: something about croissants

[Mingyu]: Should he text you ab it?

[You]: yeah ofc

[You]: I’ll order the butter

[You]: you tell him to text me lol

Two nights ago felt like it happened last year with all the unimaginable advances deciding to happen within the past 48 hours. Right now you were more excited for the company you were about to recieve, more concerned with making sure you made the best batch of croissants Seungkwan ever did see.

***

You were in the car with Mingyu outside the company building, waiting until the clock struck 9 to go inside.

Today was the last day you’d think about this, being called up for a face to face meeting with the staff member, so she could formally apologise. The team had planned a dinner tonight, to celebrate the end of her ‘wicked reign’ as Yoona described it.

You were finding friends everywhere, ones that were always there, pulling through for each other as you yourself navigated a new direction of thinking for yourself. You were learning to walk past your anxiety ridden desire to draw lines with everyone, as you took the first step with the dinner tonight. It would be fun for you, and a bond you’d begin to build.

You learned that you weren’t delusional anymore, and that Mingyu did love you the same. It had only been a week or so, but one of the happiest weeks of your life, despite everything. He was teaching you more lessons than he thought he was.

Mingyu squeezes your hand from the driver’s side as it was past 9, “Let’s go?”

“Lets go”

***

Mingyu’s way too enthusiastic as soon as he wakes up, indulging you in a morning (afternoon) makeout session, claiming he doesn’t care for you morning breath.

“Well I do!” you exclaim, pushing him off with a giggle “About your morning breath, stinky”

He clutches his chest in dramatic offense, “How could you? I thought you loved me”

You respond my projecting a cushion to his face.

“Do you want pancakes or eggs for breakfast?” You ask, legs hanging over the bed.

Mingyu looks up, a wicked glint in his eye, and you immediately know he’s going to say something of no help.

“I want you for breakfast” He says, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you back in bed.

“MINGYU!”

Needless to say, all was well.

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red bull gives you wings! (social media au) - dr3

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Summary: The one where red bull brings together people, again.

Pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader (model used: hande baladın)

Warnings: none other than some cursing, internet being the internet

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms.

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ynyln: çok çok love 🥹❤️🏐 thank you, VNL! see you in tokyo!✌️

powervolleyballofficial: golden girls 😍🇹🇷🏆🏐

user: release the naim video!! now!! we need it!!

zehragns18: 🥹🥹🥹

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bednii: 👏🏼😉

user: she needs to work on her passes more she is very weak

user: are you the one playing in the national team?

user: if i'm the one noticing the mistake then there is a problem

redbulltr: we knew you could do it!👊❤️

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volleyballinsider: going from being one of the most criticised players on the turkish national team to one of the most valuable players, Y/N Y/LN proves that dedication and hard-work are the key elements of success. congratulations to Y/LN and the rest of the turkish team for their recent win in the european championship!

user: yet another propaganda to make us think that women are better than man at sports

user: i don't think we need a propaganda for that, dude

user: i don't mean to be annoying, but what's yuki tsunoda doing here??😳😳

user: WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

user: he liked the post-

user: congratulations to the sultans of the net, they are having a golden summer!

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ynyln

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ynyln: not sponsored🙃✌️

user: she knows how to party!!🤩

user: i hope red bull knows they have a walking, talking breathing ad😭

user: she's a red bull athlete, what did you expect her to do?

user: first yuki, now daniel?👀

user: she was in australia last year, do you think they met there?

user: i mean.. that's reaching, australia is quite big

user: drop the hair care routine queen🙏

ynyln: the tears of my enemies as conditioner💅

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danielricciardo: nice hat

ynyln: howdy

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ynyln: paris, ça va?✌️

redbulltr: saint joseph online🫡

user: ma'am you are a MONSTER (respectfully)

user: the hero without a cape is still a hero, wonderful match today!

user: haters will say she is weak, and then she will spike on em

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user: f1 fans are confused and i feel so sorry for them

user: yeah we're confused because how did daniel bag HER

ynyln: with a lot of tim tams👀

danielricciardo: don't give away all my secrets🙃

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danielricciardo: a different kind of a grandstand this time, congratulations pookie

ynyln: now you're just making up words

danielricciardo: where is my date?

ynyln: let me shower first, god

ynyln: also, yuki is still here

yukitsunoda0511: yes i am✌️

user: THEY ADOPTED YUKI😭

user: this man... hard launched... on the main.. just like that..

user: i don't know if i want to be her or i want to be him🙃

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user: STOP i love them so much already

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danielricciardo: post-summer summer dump

pierregasly: good dump

ynyln: ew, pierre

danielricciardo: she's right ew, pierre

yukitsunoda0511: ew

user: this is my bi awakening

user: are we not going to talk about the bucket hats?

user: are we not going to talk about the fact that they've adopted yuki?😭

user: so normal about this, absolutely so so normal about this

landonorris: how does she feel about papayas?

user: OMG STOP

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ynyln: dude, are you obsessed with me or something?

danielricciardo: or something

ynyln: stop making me blush danny

redbullracing: tell yn hi from us!✌️

redbulltr: back off, chief

danielricciardo: 😳

ynyln: 🤩✌️

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ynyln: collecting miles and smiles🙂 p.s. these photos are ollllllld

user: i'm so confused but so obsessed a the same time😩😫

user: but did she teach him how to spike??👀

francisca.cgomes: please come back to paris😭 i miss you😭

ynyln: they way i would jump on a plane RIGHT NOW

pierregasly: i'm right here

ynyln: sucks to be you🙃

user: MS STEAL YOUR GIRL

user: yikes overtook by y/ln

ebrarkarakurt18: aşkım what happened to hot girl summer??

danielricciardo: oops

danielricciardo: who's the guy? he looks good

ynyln: a kangaroo

ynyln: he jumps sometimes

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user: who is your favourite f1 driver?😉

ynyln: sebastian vettel!☝️

danielricciardo: COME ON

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ynyln: in between training sessions, thank you @redbulltr for stopping by! @eczacibasisporklubu

redbulltr: see you next time, partner!✌️

user: girl what are those nails??

ynyln: new strategy!!

simgeakoz: ready for another season with my girls👊

user: she's a redbull athlete??

user: you bet your ass she is

user: red bull is the best matcmaker fr

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yukitsunoda0511: 🤟

ynyln: yukinooo

ynyln: 🫶

danielricciardo:🥺

user: i really don't understand how the aussie man bagged her

landonorris: you and me both

danielricciardo: red bull gives you wings!

ynyln: it does!

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hopeluna-archived · 9 months

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hi can i pls request mc snapping on the brothers while having an argument with them thxxx🌷🌷

(ahhhh i sorta got into this angst mood while playing nightbringer sorry😭)

✿𝆬.𖥔 ݁ ˖ | arguments

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Characters: the brothers x gn!reader

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ CW: hurt/not really much comfort, arguments, no arguments on Beel's one 'cause I love him too much to hurt him, went a bit overboard angst on Satan lololololol :)))

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A/N: took me forever but finally clearing out my asks cause i've gotten a bit of motivation! I hope u like it nonnie <333

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↺ Lucifer

Lucifer goes quiet, silently reading your face having never seen you snap at him- anyone like that. He's too prideful to admit that both him and you were at fault, he felt like you had to admit your mistake but he was too focused on proving you wrong that he hadn't realised the exhaustion and silent frustration that had been bubbling on your face.

↺ Mammon

Mammon looks like he's been slapped, metaphorically. He subtly flinches away. He knows he should have noticed the dark bags of exhaustion under your eyes but he was ignorant and now you're angry at him. He's had people snap at him all the time but not you, never you. Mammon's heart races at the thought that you hate him now, just like everyone.

↺ Leviathan

Rationally, Levi knows you have just been exhausted from the entire day and didn't mean to snap at him like that. He also knows that him getting envious that you didn't spend your day with him when you were actually working just worsened your mood. But you always understood that no matter how he tried, he can't really control his sin....right?

↺ Satan

It is sort of funny he thinks, in a twisted way. Mostly its him losing his cool and snapping at you when he doesn't mean to. But oh how the tables have turned! Satan can practically taste the wrath emitting from you in the air. Its a bitter taste, like vomit. He wonders if you can somehow feel it too when he gets angry with you. Does your heart crack in two the same way his has now?

↺ Asmodeus

His words of poison halt at your venom. Only when you have stormed out of the room does Asmo snap out of his daze and realise that he had gotten too far which led to your anger bursting. He tries to shrug it off, it doesn't matter to him much. That is what he tries to convince himself when he feels his eyes water.

↺ Beelzebub

You never really got mad at him for his gluttony 'cause you are well aware that its something he can't really control, so Beel is surprised when you came home and snapped a little at him for eating the meal you made for yourself. He knows you're just tired, but he still can't help but feel his heart sink at your words and lose his appetite as it gets replaced with a pit of guilt.

↺ Belphegor

Belphie sits there idly, picking at the skin around his nails as he replays the words you said over and over again in his head before leaving the room and him behind. He wonders if he can sleep it off but that doesn't work when the oddest thing happens, he can't sleep. Belphie knows that you don't mean it, well at least he hopes you don't....

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makeyoumine69 · 10 months

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Guilty Pleasure

— PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

— SUMMARY: After you made a mistake in one of yours latest reports, Patrick Bateman — your boss — calls you to the meeting room to teach you a lesson.

— CONTAINS: Smut, Daddy kink, degradation, praising, dry humping, pet names, dirty talk, humiliation, nipple play/sucking, hair hulling, biting, spanking, marking.

— WORDS: 1.2k

— A/N: Sorry, I had to repost this fic due to this situation. More information about my writing challenge you can find here.

— LINKS: [MASTERLIST]; [2k CELEBRATION MASTERLIST]

Your heart was beating like a ticking bomb inside your chest as you made your way to the conference room where your big boss — Patrick Bateman — was waiting for you. You had no other choice but to comply, even though you didn't want to go. Tense, yet annoyed, you turned the last corner and saw a small group of yuppies whose arrogant expressions made you sick. Although you tried to ignore the way one of them looked at you — Timothy Bryce as far as you could remember — something heavy dropped in your gut, you hated that kind of attitude, so you had to bite your tongue and open the door to the meeting room.

As soon as you stepped inside, you noticed Patrick sitting at the large wooden table across from the entrance, wearing his favorite black pinstripe suit with red tie and Oliver Peoples O'Malley glasses.

"You're late." He muttered, not even bothering to look at you as he flipped through a folder of documents.

"No, I'm not! You asked me to come at eleven."

Only then did he deign to glance at you — his piercing gaze instantly sent shivers down your spine. "11 o'clock was 10 minutes ago, darling."

Damn it!

A sharp breath escaped your lips as you checked your watch and realized that he was right. "I'm sorry, sir."

Bateman couldn't help but grin with satisfaction and put the folder aside, tapping his long fingers on the table surface. "Do you know why you're here?"

Embarrassed, you looked down for a second, unable to bear the way he was staring at you. "Actually, no."

His low hum bounced off the walls of the meeting room, and now you could finally admit to yourself that you were so damn nervous and even scared, but you couldn't show it to him. After all, you needed this job, you'd already done so much to get the chance to work at P&P, you couldn't let it all end like this.

"I wanted to talk to you about the last report you did for me," Patrick beckoned you with a soft smile, and you could swear that this jerk was enjoying every second of this situation, almost like having the power over you was his personal kink. "I think I found a mistake that is quite serious."

"That can't be," you gasped, moving toward his seat. "I've double-checked everything so many times and—"

"Hey, it's all right," he cut you off, watching you come closer and shamelessly checking out your legs. "Mmm, this skirt is better than your previous ones, but it's still not short enough."

Scowling, you took a deep breath to not just punch him right in his perfect face and just leave.

"C'mon, have a seat." He playfully motioned to his knee, but you pretended not to understand his gesture and tried to sit on the chair nearby. That annoyed him slightly, so he grabbed you by your hips and forced you to sit on his lap. "Are you testing me, babydoll?"

His large palm was already tracing invisible patterns along your breasts through your silk blouse, not even giving you a chance to protest. Taking advantage of your shock, he nipped at your neck, leaving a few hickeys that made you squeal.

"Mr. Bateman!"

"Shush," he growled in a raspy voice, quickly positioning you in a way that made you face him, and his knee was right between your thighs. "Do you want the whole office to know what a slut you are? If I remember correctly, you care about your job."

Smirking, he watched you close your eyes in embarrassment and pulled up the hem of your skirt to squeeze your ass. The cold metal of his Rolex brushed against your skin, making you gasp, and he used the moment to kiss you hard on the lips. He plugged his warm tongue in and your mouth and you immediately squeaked against his lips.

"Ahh, look at you," Bateman crooned sweetly, drawing a long, wet line across your face. "Such a dirty little whore! You like it when Daddy plays rough with you, huh?"

Panting, you whimpered as he tugged on your hair to make you look at him. "Yes, Daddy...I l-love everything you do to me."

"Ohh, is that so?" He chuckled and unbuttoned your blouse so he could slide his hand inside to play with one of your swollen nipples. "Now be a good girl and prove it to me."

God, everything was too much, his hoarse voice sent shivers down your spine, and not to mention the way his skilled fingers twisted your little tip, pinching it a bit too tightly, but that only spurred your pussy to pulsate even more. You let him pull you into another kiss, his lips moving greedily against yours, and you didn't even notice that you were starting to grind against his thigh, your throbbing clit rubbing against the expensive fabric of his pants, increasing the tingling in your lower abdomen.

"Mmmhm, Daddy," you clang desperately at his strong biceps through his suit, causing him to grunt in response. "Someone can see us."

"Then be quiet," Patrick licked your neck and groped your hips, forcing you to move faster. "I'm going to rip your panties off and fuck you right here if you don't cum soon."

Holy shit.

You wanted to cry at the strength which he held your thighs, pinning you to his lap and twisting your taut nipples one by one until he took one of them into his mouth.

"Aww!" You yelped quietly as he bit your peak with his sharp teeth. "I'm so… I'm s-so close… mhmm…!"

Wrapping your hands around his neck, you surrendered to his power, letting the delightful rapture consume you completely as your soft inner walls began to clench around nothing. When Bateman noticed the way you were twitching, he squeezed your hips even harder, pressing you close to his firm body as you couldn't stop shaking. You thought you would bite your lips so hard till the point of drawing blood, but Bateman stopped you by pushing his thumb inside your warm mouth, and you sucked on it as if your life depended on it.

"Yes. Just like that," he cooed to you, unable to take his eyes off your shivering body. "You make Daddy so proud."

With that, he slapped your ass and stood up, holding you in his arms. Gently, he placed you on the table and spread your legs to admire the view of your soaked pussy. He then roughly pulled down your panties — you didn't have the strength or courage to resist.

"Imagine if someone came in and saw me eating you out," he snickered, giving your cunt a quick slap that made you whimper and flinch from the overstimulation. Smugly, Patrick adjusted his pants and hid your wet underwear in the pocket of his suit. "I bet you want this."

The voices behind the door only grew louder, but you couldn't hear them because your own heartbeat drowned out all sounds. If you ended up losing your job, at least you would know who was to blame, and one day you would take your revenge, one way or another.

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lovermase · 10 days

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AM I MAKING A MISTAKE?

Word Count: 4.9k words

Notes: this is a repost bc it got lost in the tags and I had to back a check the mistakes 🩷

He sipped lighty on the beer bottle that was perched in his hands. The taste of the cold alcoholic beverage chisels down his throat, warming his body up. His eyes wander mindlessly around the loitered room watching as everyone avidly conversed amongst themselves. His eyes narrowed in on you when he saw you standing by the refreshment table.

You’re talking to someone; a colleague he presumed from the familiarity of their presence around each other while they engaged in their conversation. You’re doing most of the talking, like you always does and he’s standing there attentively listening. You had that certain way of demanding everyone’s attention whenever you spoke or walked inside of a room. You was unsure of this effect or power but Mason was well aware of it.

It was effortless the way your beauty captured people’s attention, the authoritative way you walked in the room, your smile, wide and comforting. Eyes; beady and alluring. You were one of the most gorgeous women he’s ever laid eyes on.

You worked for Premier League itself and they had an event for end of season and you were busy talking to colleagues to busy to even notice Mason was here. In truthfulness you wouldn’t have thought he would’ve been here tonight but your suspicions were wrong.

The colleague you’re currently talking to must’ve obtained the same thoughts as Mason. As they were talking, his attention diverted from your eyes and seemingly began to linger lower, he stepped forward hovering his body over you. Y/N’s too busy talking to notice - it must’ve been important because Mason knows you would’ve kicked him in the groin had you known that he was currently ogling at you in a very inappropriate manner.

Bringing the bottle up to his lips, Mason chugs down the remainder of his drink then sets the bottle aside leaving it forgotten on the bar counter. He stands to his feet, sliding his hands inside the front pockets as he begins to walk over to the refreshment.

Y/N’s still talking away, while this guy seems to be inching closer in your surrounding, his hand now resting on your forearm. This causes you to pause momentarily in confusion, your eyes flicker down to where his hand was resting. You had parted your mouth to question him, intending on asking why he felt comfortable enough to touch you like this especially without you permission but Mason sliding behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pecking a simple kiss against the skin of your neck before you could even speak.

‘Sorry, the line in the bathroom took forever.’ He murmurs apologetically against your ear but still loud enough for you and the colleague to hear. He lifts his head, arm still wrapped around your waist. He narrows his gaze on the guy, giving him a condescending smile.

‘Hi. Don’t believe we met before. I’m Mason. And you are?’ This guy looked dumbfounded as he stood there, his eyes assessing Mason’s protective side coming out, the way he held onto you so intimately, the way you seemed to relax at his touch. It doesn’t take long for the realisation to finally occur to him.

‘Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t know she had -‘ He swallows nervously as Mason stares back at him, waiting with a raised challenging eyebrow.

The guy was coughing awkwardly as he rubbed a hand against the back of his neck. He turned to face Y/N. ‘I’m sorry.’ He muttered in a quick apology then hastily scurried away.

When he’s out of the view and somewhere on the otyou side of the room, Y/N whips around to face Mason. You shoves his hand off of you, folding your arms across your chest. ‘I don’t need you to defend me.’ You retort.

Mason chuckled wryly, shaking his head. ‘A simple thank you would’ve been enough, little one.’

You’re right, both of them know that you could’ve easily taken that guy down in a quick move had he done or said something inappropriate to you. Your agility and combating skills had seemingly approved thanks to the self defence course you had begun taking. But as always Mason only did it to rile you up and get under your skin. The way he knows he only does, especially when he calls you by that nickname.

‘I told you not to call me that. Only my friends get to call me that and we-‘ You gesture a hand between them. ‘Aren’t that.’

Your friends started to call you ‘little one’ as a joke because you were the shortest one out of all of them and that nickname just stuck til this day and you knew Mason only called you that to rile you up and he succeeded everytime he called you by that nickname.

Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth and tilting a curious head at you, Mason hums in amusement. ‘We aren’t friends but we are something much more intimate than that. Aren’t we sweetheart?’ He teases, the tone of his voice is flirtatious and that makes your stomach tighten and your toes curl.

His eyes pay attention to you, you shift under his smothering warmth of his scrutiny, cheeks flushing a rosy blush. You hope that he doesn’t notice how hot he’s gotten you. How hot you got just by the sight of his face. He looked good; clad in an all black suit with his hair freshly cut that was for the FA cup that happened a few days ago.

He looked handsome.

But you wouldn’t ever tell him that. You wouldn’t tell him that your breath hitched a bit when he slipped behind you, pulling your body against his when he hugged you from behind. You wouldn’t tell him that you felt him pressing up against you bum and that a breathy moan threatened to slip from you mouth when you felt the rigid outline of his erection prodding through the light material of his trousers.

You wouldn’t ever tell him any of that. Especially how he looked so damn hot and beddable right now and that you want to rip off his clothes and have him take you right here right now.

You know what he’s doing; trying to get under your skin. You wouldn’t allow him the satisfaction of achieving that tonight. It was more fun to see him beg and chase after you.

Licking your lips and curling your lips into a roguish smirk, you raise your eyebrows when you see his eyes quickly flick down to the outline of your lips then make their way back up to your face.

You’ve got him right where you want him.

‘You’re just someone I go to when I need to relieve my stress, nothing more.’ You answer with a shrug. It’s kinda harsh but you know that’s the only way to get him all riled up and angry.

Truthfully, he was just more than sex. As time progressed you found yourself actually liking Mason’s presence around you for more than your sexual desires. You chided yourself for developing feelings for him. This thing between us was supposed to be strictly sex only no feelings whatsoever. That’s what you initially intended when you first seeked him. Somewhere down the line however you found yourself falling for him.

You hated it.

Not because he was a bad person or anything. You were upset with yourself because falling for Mason Mount was simply not apart of the plan.

If Mason was offended by your simple trivialization of their relationship, he showed no indication of it. Instead he chuckled lowly and nodded his head. He stared at you for a brief moment as if he was contemplating on making a snarky response to your comment.

He decided against it because he only brushed past you, leaning down slightly to whisper ‘You look beautiful tonight.’ in your ear. You don’t miss the way your body shivers when you feel the warmth of his breath tickling your skin. He smirks as he walks off, disappearing into the crowd.

You could pretend that he didn’t have an affect of you but you would be blatantly lying to yourself. Damn him and his sexy face. You inwardly huffs, turning around to see that he’s perched himself back into his position in a stool at the bar.

His fingers tapped against the countertop as he waited for the bartender to finish with you current customer. He glances over his shoulder to see that Y/N was still staring at him. He grins at you, that signature boyish smirk spreads upward on his lips as he brings his hand up mid air and waves at you.

You hastily turns away, deciding to distract yourself with another glass of alcohol as you attempt to resist the urge of succumbing to your sexual thoughts with him.

He’s leaning against the wall outside in the hallway, mindlessly standing there with his hands slacked in his pockets when he hears the clinking sound of heels connecting against the hardwood floor.

He feels himself smiling when the familiarising smell of a citrusy perfume lingers in his nostrils. He’s smelled that same scent hundreds of times; especially when his face is nestled against your neck.

‘Missed me?’ He quips teasingly as he pushed himself off of the wall. He could see the outlines of your silhouette as you approached closer.

‘Don’t flatter yourself, Mount. I’m looking for the bathroom.’ You inform him, rolling your eyes at his arrogance. Your footsteps however stop and your standing directly in front of him.

‘Why are you out here anyway?’ You questioned.

‘Why did you stop here when you were supposed to be looking for the bathroom?’ He quips in a quick wit ignoring your question and causing another blush to colour your cheeks.

Touchè.

If he wanted to play this game, so could you.

‘Why did you even come tonight? You weren’t even invited.’ Truthfully, he had been invited along with the rest of the team.

‘Why do you keep talking to me when you claim not to like me?’

At this brash inquiry, You relent. Your taken slightly aback but you know the real reasoning behind your continued back and forth bantering with him and why you felt yourself being reeled back to him every time he was around you. You thought that your facade had been convincing enough to where he wouldn’t be able to tell that you indeed had harboured feelings for him.

But the weight of that inquiry, the innuendo blatant and apparent in his tone made you suddenly think otherwise.

Shit. Shit. Shit. You needed to think of a comeback. Great, he was looking at you now. His gaze was smothering you again, making it hard for you to form coherent thoughts. He had you right where he wanted you again.

Fuck.

Mason slowly walked up to you. He’s looking at you again; in that hungry way like he wanted to ravenously devour you. The thought of it makes you throb.

‘You know, little one,’ your nickname name rolls off of his tongue in a way so sexy that you didn’t even have time to berate him for using it again. He’s standing in front of you; the smell of his cologne fills in the air around you. His body towering slightly over yours a few inches. ‘I’m starting to think that you care about me more then you let on.’

He takes another step towards you. Eyes breathing you in again.

‘In your dreams.’ You say, but the comeback is so pathetic neither one of them actually believes it. He hums in amusement, reaching up to twirl one of your loose curls around his finger. You hold in a shaky breath you weren’t even aware that you were holding.

His eyes flick down to meet yours again. His hands leave your hand in favour of resting steady on your hips. He begins to descend his hand lower, the material of your dress is smooth under the palm of his hands.

‘Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.’ He murmurs huskily, his own breath hitching as his hand proceeds lower. A shudder rolls down your spine when he reaches the edge of your dress, hand now grazing along your skin as it peeks from underneath the large thigh slit on your dress.

His tongue swiped across his lips, wetting the plump skin. He hovered just at your inner thigh, tentatively, cautiously waiting to see if you wanted him to stop.

You nod your head, giving him approval and consent to proceed.

His hand is warm against your bare skin; goosebumps prickle all over your arms. His fingers brush lightly against your thigh as they continue their sinuous path upward and underneath the material of your dress.

Your knees nearly give in beneath you when you feel his fingers tug at the ends of your underwear.

You wanted this so damn bad but— you place a hand over his, stopping his movement. You breathe heavily, licking your lips. ‘Not out here.’

They were still in the hallway after all and the way your body was nearly thrumming in excitement just thinking about what they were about to do; you wanted to have the privacy of as loud as you wanted to be.

You latched your hand onto his forearm and pulled him down the hallway along with you. They searched down the long corridor, twisting door handles to see which rooms were unlocked.

You push him into a room at the end of the hall; spacious and unlocked. It was nearly vacant save for a large wooden desk and a single office chair followed by a plethora of boxes surrounding it. Y/N closed and locked the door behind them. You barely had time to turn around before Mason grabs ahold of your waist and is pushing you up against the wall.

His lips hungrily after yours, pampering against your mouth in a ravenous vigour. Your back pressed against the door, leg hitching up and tossing over his waist as he placed a knee between your legs. You moan filthily in his mouth at the contact.

Needing more, Mason crouches down a bit so that he grabs ahold of your other leg. He’s effortless as he slides it around his waist and pulls your body closer so that their pelvic bones are now brushing against each other’s.

Your lips are swollen, sodden from his dewy kisses. The wisped air between them is hot and rugged as he presses his tongue against yours, ravishing in the taste of your glossed lips.

Mason softly gnaws on your lower lip, teasingly tugging at the plush skin as the tone of your breathy moans were in the air. ‘Mase,’ Y/N murmurs against his lips, your whimpers becoming the death of him.

He responded by rolling his hips against yours in a dry rut. You gasp, squeezing your thighs together as you reciprocate the gesture, giving your own grinding thrust against his now hard erection that was prodding against your centre.

Mason groans gutturally in response, pressing his wet mouth against yours with a vigorous, caressing the milky skin on you waist as he hikes your dress up a bit. You cup his face within your hands and fluctuate with him with slow, sensual kisses that make the grip he held around your waist suddenly tightens.

The way you were grinding against his erection, teasing his mouth with these feverish kisses nearly caused Mason to tumble over. Needing to balance himself and you better, he holds onto your thighs as he carries you towards the office desk, absentmindedly kicking the boxes aside that were in his path.

He sat you down onto the coldness of the office desk, slotting himself in between your legs again.

He pries his lips away from yours momentarily to gaze in your heavy eyes. You bite softly on your bottom lip, nodding your head as you feel his fingers hesitantly hovering over the waistband of your underwear. Mason spreads your legs open as he moves the fabric of your black laced underwear aside. You inhale a shuddered breath, gazing down as you watch Mason insert a finger inside of you.

‘Oh,’ your mouth is agape, eyes flutter as he moves his finger along your sticky warmth. Your hips move in tandem along to the messy movements of his fingers, you grind down on them, biting at his shoulder as you chase your orgasm. Mason’s laboured breath is hot against your ear.

You find his lips again, capturing them within the grasp of yours. The sound of your leaked slickness nearly draws Mason to his orgasm. He feels you quiver against his fingers. The erratic movements become more precise as he is determined to feel you drenched milky wetness against his fingers.

‘Mason!’ You repeat his name repeatedly, feeling the wave of your orgasm suddenly swallowing your whole. It spews out of you, right onto his fingers. Your face is nuzzled against the crook of his neck, you feel a sudden warmth pooling on your cheeks. When you breathing halts from its rugged labouring, you glance shyly up at him, feeling the creases of your lips curl upward.

‘You gettin’ shy on me, Y/N?’ He asks, licking his fingers clean.

‘You wish.’ You murmur, grabbing him by the collars of his shirt and pulling him in for a deep kiss.

Mason’s lips pecked your lips thrice, moving lower, soft kisses against your collarbone and below your ear before eventually moving lower to suck and nibble on the exposed flesh of your neck. His puffed breath is hot against your skin, low and rugged. You feel him smirk against your neck, a throaty chuckle as he pulls back, just enough to glare up at you.

His lips are a pretty pink colour, plumped and completely kiss-swollen. His hair is tousled, from where your hands were tugging and pulling lightly. His face was flushed, cheeks were a faint pink colour, and the side of his neck was marked up with love bites.

You moan softly, your curly eyelashes flutter in content as he firms a grip on your bum and roughly squeezes each of your cheeks, bringing you against him and teasingly thrusting his hips forward, allowing you to feel the swollen erection that was hotly pressed against his thigh.

A broken moan fell from your lips again, hitching just in the apex of your throat. Your clit quivers at the contact, desperate to feel it again. ‘Please,’ you rasp; your throat heavy, voice too breathy to form any coherent words at the moment.

He hums, nodding his head as he leaned forward and nestled his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your familiarising scent. ‘I know,’ He says, now kissing your neck with fervour, fingers still splayed on your bum.

He understands your need, because he feels it too. His cock was straining against his boxers, wetness leaked from the flushed tip.

Their shaky hands worked together in tandem as he unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. They pooled around his ankles as his cock sprang free from his pants; erect and leaking with precum.

Mason’s hungrily slotting his insistent mouth along yours, dragging his tongue against your lips, parting your mouth open. His wet tongue intertwined within yours as they wrestled for dominance. In dire need of skin to skin contact, he pulls at your underwear sliding them down yours thighs. Mason lifts your hips in assistance. He tugs the tightness of your dress up until it’s bunched around your hips.

He could feel his lips going numb, lungs burning desperately, begging them to part for air. But, he ignored it and continued to kiss you perfectly succulent lips, nipping and tugging at the plush skin as you let a few of moans rang out of you. Mason glides his hands down your body, his palm slides over the torso of your stomach and recedes lower until he reaches you waist.

‘Condom?’ You pant heavily against his mouth, tongue gliding over your swollen lips.

‘Were you planning on getting lucky tonight?’ You tease, tilting a head at him.

He shrugs, smirking as he rips it open. ‘Always gotta be prepared right?’ And you only hum in response. He slides the latex material over his cock, it snugs fittingly around him. He leans forward, placing one hand on the desktop while the other wrapped around your waist pulling you closer.

You kiss him again. Slowly. Softly. Unhurriedly. You scoot to the edge of the desk and spread your legs open further enough for him to settle in between. He grabs hold of his cock and aligns it at you centre.

Fuck. You hiss, eyes rolling to the back of your head, stomach tightening in recoil when his tip spreads your slicked lips open. He prodded slowly, disappearing inside of you inch by inch.

Shit. He murmurs in a curse, looking down as he watches himself. You’re so tight and warm around him that it nearly makes him cum at the feeling of you enveloping him whole. His breathing’s rugged as he shifted his hips downward a bit so that their pelvis are aligned.

‘Yeah?’ He inquired, wanting to know if you were ready. You don’t respond verbally, only incites a grinding hip thrust forward that catches him by surprise.

He swallows, he reciprocates the hips thrust, emphasising the rotation of his hips as he retracted and filled you in a steady pace.

Y/N wants to cry at how good he feels around you, how his cock curled inside of you like it was made just for you. You’ve never had someone make you feel like this; so good and sexy while also making you feel cared for. You could practically feel his emotions through every hip rut as his pelvis chafed against yours.

Mason balances his weight on the balls of his feet as he filled you deeply, he groans as his forehead falls to your shoulder. Because holy fuck; you’re so perfect. So beautiful. And he wants to tell you that he wants more, a real relationship with you. But he wasn’t good with words. Nor with relationships. And he didn’t want to risk the possibility of ruining this; not the sex, the time he spent with you.

It would make you run away if you knew how he truly felt. He would rather be around you, secretly pining after you than for you to know of his feelings and not want to be around him anymore.

He knew the rules of their situation when they first agreed to this. No relationship, no emotions. Though he fails greatly at the latter, he would continue to be used as something to help you fulfil your needs when you need a release.

‘Getting tired up there?’ You quip playfully, your voice soft against his ear.

Mason fucks hard into you, causing you to yelp loudly. ‘Does that answer your question?’ He smirks, fingers digging into the skin on your ass cheeks.

Asshole.

The desk creaks beneath them, the hinges becoming wobbly with each pounding thrust he gives.

You ran your fingers through his sweaty hair, pulling his head up. ‘My ass hurts on this. Get on the chair.’ He obliged without any retort because one, his feet were starting to hurt from standing too long and two, he loved the idea of Y/N riding him.

Pulling out of you sticky warmth, Mason eases into the spinning desk chair. He opens his legs widely, cock slaps against his stomach. Y/N hops off of the desk and approaches him. You hiked your dress up around your hips as Mason grabs ahold of himself.

You sit down on his thighs. You shifts your hips, dragging your milky wetness along his thighs as you straddle him. ‘Oh, fuck.’ He breathes. You lifts your hips, steadying your hands on his shoulders as you ever so slowly eased down onto his hard length.

You whimper at the same time he slurs a drowsy, ‘Y/N.’

Their chests heaved heavily, bodies shivered at the delicious feeling of his cock being nestled deeply inside of your clit again. His eyes narrowed, a line of sweat beads his brow, hands slightly trembled as he glanced down and enthralled at the sight of his cock inside of you, easing ever so gently inside of you.

‘Oh my god,’ you whimper, your head tossing backwards, mouth falling open.

Y/N swirled your hips forward, slowly, teasingly. Mason whimpered and his shaking hands instantly formed a hard grip on you waist. He recited his own thrust, lurching his hips forward with a shallow rut and lingered against you.

You make a breathy sound of pleasure again and he makes a mental note of it, keeping it in the back of his mind for the next time they have sex. ‘So good, Y/N. So beautiful.’ He mutters, his eyes now heavily focused on the sight of his cock extracting and reentering you, as you shifts your hips and bottomed him out completely until the tip of him prodded against your clit again.

You roll your hips in a whine and pressed your pelvic bone down onto his. You rise and lower on top of him, slowly, languidly.

You hike your legs up further, pulling them up until they rested around his waist. This elicited a sharper and deeper change in his stroke, You dug your fingers into his shoulders to steady yourself. You could feel your thighs clenching, your insides clamping around him.

He pulled his mouth to yours and you tongue into the wetness of his hungry mouth. You bite down on his lips when you feel your toes curl. He thrusts into you, grabbing your ass, pulling you already working hips closer to tousle him, pushing himself deeper.

You pause; chest heaving heavily when they hear the sounds of voices coming near. You wait to see if they would pass by, but the sounds kept getting closer.

It was no telling how long they would be out there but damn it, Y/N was almost finished and you could no longer wait. You reached down and picked up your underwear, stuffing them inside of Mason’s mouth. ‘Don’t make a sound.’ You whispered in caution, he answered with a head nod.

The chair, just like the desk, creaked, complains, beneath them and you know that you should care, but that caring, like everything else, has flown out of your head. Everything but the slickness of his cock filling you, the pressure against your clit every time he rolls his hips just so. The muscles in your leg stretch, right on the precipice of pain.

Their heavy breaths mingle and you choke back a sob once you feel your orgasm creeping up on you. Mason grunts as he thrusted shallowly inside of you. Your orgasm spills from inside of you and coats his condom covered penis.

Mason continued to thrust inside of you as he rode you through your orgasm, milking you completely dry. His hips jerk and it’s not soon before he’s filling you up with his own warmth, the evidence of their body fluids flowing down their legs.

Mason's face is flushed and sweaty, and his breathing is laboured. Mason's chest heaves as you come down from your ecstatic high.

You remove the bunched up underwear from his mouth. Mason kisses your shoulder, playful, and nips at your collarbone.

‘You okay?’

You can muster only a wordless noise of satisfaction as you sweep fingers through his hair.

‘Are you okay? You’re the one that looks worn out.’ You tease. Your legs burned and your body was completely spent. You knew that he too had been exhausted from their late night hookup.

His light chuckle is only the slightest bit smug. He shrugs a shoulder, hands reaching up to rub soothing circles against your back.

Something about it seemed so intimate. They didn’t do that. They didn’t cuddle after their hookups. They talked and made jokes but never cuddled. The fondness of it scared you.

As much as you did like Mason you couldn’t afford to get entangled with him or be in a relationship. You didn’t need distractions. You were at the height of your growing career, you didn’t want anything interfering with that.

‘I should get going.’ You announce amid the silence that hovered between them. You tap his thigh, nonverbally asking him to release the grip he had on you so that you could get up.

Easing his soft penis out of you, Mason watched as you slipped your pair of underwear that had been used as a restraint in his mouth no longer than a few minutes ago, back over your hips. You slid your dress back down smoothing a hand over it.

‘Hey, is everything cool? You’re acting weird.’ He’s worried standing to his feet as he pulls his own clothing back on. His usual teasing tone was absent and replaced with one of worry.

He pulled his pants on and zipped them up.

‘Yeah. I’m fine. I just need to get back before someone comes looking for me.’ You avoided his eyes, your movements were becoming more hurried. He frowns at the noticeable change in your demeanour.

‘Y/N-‘

‘I have to go. But we’ll catch up next time, maybe. I-bye!’ With that you hurriedly made yourself egress from the room, leaving Mason standing there dumbfounded.

Maybe he misread all of their flirtatious quips. Maybe you did just think of him as a meaningless hookup.

Are you making a mistake?

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yzzart · 2 years

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— Just a surprise.

characters: Aemond Targaryen x (F)Targaryen!reader.

summary: your uncle decides to take you to a place you never dared to go.

warnings: incest, SMUT (18+!!!!), sexual content, sexual description, explicit language & inspired by episode 4.

word count: 5.988!

english's not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes!

"The day was quite unbearable, you deserve to rest now."

Your father said subtly to you, as he escorted you to your room. You said it wasn't necessary, as you had the castle guards for that, but Daemon didn't miss the opportunity to take his daughter to her quarters.

In fact, he wanted to see if a certain one-eyed man was waiting for you in your room. — A father's instinct screamed at Daemon.

Daemon realized how close you and Aemond had been since your family's arrival back at King's Landing. And he acknowledged that you two grew up together, before you left for Dragonstone, but that didn't mean he trusted his nephew. — He wanted that man away from you.

Little did Daemon know that his daughter and nephew were in a relationship under the covers.

"Since our arrival, the days have been unbearable here." — You let out your frustration and soon the eldest responds with a laugh. Daemon shook his head as he realized how much you looked like him. A genuine smile tugged at your lips when you heard the laughter.

"Don't tell your mother or grandfather that."

Your footsteps echoed down the cold, empty hallway, lit by candles. A question of where the guards were went through your head, but you know that upon your entrance to your quarters, your father would summon them to your door.

The walk ended when you reached the pure wooden doors. Daemon sensed that his nephew might be in your room, eagerly awaiting your presence. — He felt it because the rebel prince did the same thing to your mother.

"I can't wait to find my bed." — Without disguising the happiness at finally having some time to rest, you run your hands to the doors to open them. Your father wastes no time and tries to observe if there was something wrong or someone inside your room.

He can't take a broad view and decides to step forward to see better, you notice the strange action.

"Dad?" — You frowned, questioning the older man's action, and then crossing your arms waiting for some answer or explanation. Daemon just looked away from your room and stared at you, his lips moving restlessly.

"Just seeing that the servants cleaned your room well." — He lied. You know very well when your father's lying to you but at that moment you only wanted to know one thing: rest. — So you chose to ignore the assumption that he could be lying to you.

"Sȳz bantis, issa jorrāelagon." (Good night, my dear.) — Daemon interrupted any plans of your to ask more and then began to say goodbye. He left a small kiss on your forehead, showing affection, you closed your eyes enjoying the feeling of protection.

"Sȳz bantis." (Good night.) — You replied back. Your father looked at your quarters again, but it was only for a short time. A genuine smile was given to you and footsteps were exclaimed again, and soon the sound disappeared.

You entered your room, quickly, and closed the doors immediately. — A sigh of relief was released by you, finally some alone time. Since the trip you didn't get that chance.

You needed to be alone for a while. Being the oldest of all her half-siblings had its advantages and disadvantages, and one of those disadvantages was putting up with all the talk about being the future heir to the throne. — You hated having to put up with it all.

Silence was everything to you.

You shrugged your shoulders around the huge room. Your thoughts were the only ones with you, keeping you simple and small company. Only your breathing and your footsteps were heard by that place.

An unpleasantly high-pitched sound was exclaimed by his ears, interrupting his thoughts. That got your attention, not in a good way and you tried to find where that noise was coming from. — Your head turned towards the large windows, plated in silver and accompanied by glass, and you could see small stones being thrown against them.

You didn't hide the feeling of curiosity invading your body, even though it was dangerous to go after it and find out who was doing it. To the gods' misfortune, you headed for the windows, ready to discover the originator of the noise.

Approaching your steps to the windows, you are surprised by the scene you were witnessing.

Aemond, wearing his leather cape and pure black, with a handful of rocks in his hand aimed at your window. He was trying to get her attention and apparently he got it. — Seeing that you have appeared, he throws the remaining stones onto the ground as they were completely useless at the time.

Your prince wanted to see you.

Aemond wasn't that far from you or your windows, but he was far enough away to call you discreetly without anyone seeing.

You faced the prince with an infectious smile, delighted with the unexpected presence of the eldest. A nostalgic feeling invaded your mind — Aemond did that to you, when you were kids, whenever you hadn't had time with each other, the boy would always take a chance and enjoy the night with you.

Aemond was determined to go into his room, and began taking quick steps toward his window doors. You understand the prince's plan and open one of the doors, waiting for his arrival.

"It was time." — The older man said mockingly as he entered your room, standing in front of you. You didn't have a full view of Aemond's face because of the hood that covered his entire head. You rolled your eyes at the speech.

"Forgive me if i prefer to enjoy the few seconds of rest rather than notice you, my dear uncle." — You returned the same mocking tone to the prince, challenging him with your gaze. The small part you can see of Aemond's face was being illuminated by moonlight, the curve of his lips caught your eye.

Deciding to ignore your teasing, Aemond only extols his typical low "Mm".

Aemond's one eye dropped to your lips, which felt so irresistible in that very moment, he missed the sweet sensation of them. He wanted to feel the feel of your soft lips against his rough lips. — Aemond was controlling himself not to commit an act at that very moment.

Innocently or not, you ran your tongue between your lips, letting them shine against the only natural light that inhabited that place. Your gaze remained fixed on the older man.

A surprised reaction was seen on Aemond's covered face, his bold action was the last straw for that feared prince but he promised himself he would control himself. — He had one thing in mind.

Your uncle wouldn't admit to being teased by you.

Aemond's eye darted around your dimly lit room, as if he were looking for something of interest to him. It was difficult to find the fabric he was looking for because of the darkness.

Aemond added small steps to approach you, almost bumping his body with yours, and leans towards your ear.

"Get your cloak, I'll take you to a place." — The deep voice echoed in your ear, sending a shiver through your entire body. It was so ridiculous to realize that your body was sensitive to Aemond, and he liked to know that.

An expression of confusion and curiosity was seen on your face, but Aemond decided to ignore it and nodded toward the fabric tossing on the floor beside your bed. — An immense desire to ask about the eldest's future plans crossed your mind but you decided to keep silent.

Obeying the prince and not wanting to waste any time, you guided your steps towards the black fabric lying on the cold floor. You hadn't even realized it was there and the possibility that the servants had forgotten it there crossed your mind. — Either way, you wouldn't complain or threaten them, you didn't care about anything at that moment.

The completely black fabric hugged your body, hiding the long dress of pure silk. The cover was thick but not too suffocating for you. — There were some dents but nothing stopped you from moving your hands to fix it.

Aemond admired your actions against the fabric and a dismay crept into his face as he saw your body was fully covered. He loved admiring your curves in that dress.

You walked back to your uncle, warning him that you had already obeyed his request and waiting for the eldest to tell you where the two of you were going or leave a miserable clue. — To your misfortune, he remained silent and directed you out of your quarters, closing the door so that nothing could intrude or enter the place.

And Aemond didn't miss a chance to hold your hand.

Aemond's grip on her hand was passionate. He held you attentively, as if you were going to part with him and you would never do that, there was no reason or reason for the inconvenience. — The feel of the rough, cold and large hand against your soft and small hand made your cheeks change to a reddish hue.

Lucky for you, Aemond was too focused on getting away from that part of the castle to see your indecent, embarrassed reaction.

Near your quarters were stairs, recognized as a discreet and easy passage to the streets of King's Landing. A way to get to the streets more directly and without interruptions. — You never dared to use them, perhaps out of fear and lack of courage.

The thought of finding your father in the middle of those stairs scared your mind.

Increasing the steps to try to keep up with your uncle, you get a splendid view of the illuminated city. Your eyes have had very little chance of appreciating the changes in the city since you came back and were interested in seeing it up close.

You were still curious and desperately wanted to know where your uncle was leading the two of you. — It wasn't like you didn't trust Aemond, on the contrary, you never trusted a person as much as you trusted the one-eyed.

"Where are we going?" — Your low, delicate voice with an excited smile was exclaimed in Aemond's ears. — Aemond's movements stopped and you nervously waited for a possible answer. The older one turned his face to analyze your features, he had a mischievous smile.

"Tas ir pārsteigums, mana brāļameita." (It's a surprise, my niece.) — He dared to just say that. Leaving you no time to react or say anything, Aemond once more tugged on your hand and descended the white-pigmented stairs with a quick rush.

With your other hand, you held the hood so it wouldn't show your face. It wasn't very windy that lonely night but a breeze blew against your face as you ran with your uncle.

It was a feeling of adrenaline and adventure. You felt so free and loose, and you didn't even care so much if you needed to rest for the next day. — That you would likely face arguments about your future throne.

The only thing you cared about was being by your uncle's side, venturing out and trusting him.

Gradually, noises of screams and music were appearing in his ears. The sound of drums, people singing accompanied by applause were touring the region. — It felt like a celebration. A gigantic and insane celebration.

Upon arriving at the beginning of the planned destination, Aemond slowed his steps and you did the same. In no time the older man removed his hand from yours, he continued to hold it carefully and firmly.

The excited smile was still on your mouth, you walked through the crowded and noisy streets in awe. — You had never seen that. — There were few people at the entrance, the way was freer, letting you walk alongside your uncle.

The street on which you were walking was well lit. There was no darkness, they wanted everything to be lit and a comparison with the castle flashed through your mind. While the gigantic castle was lit with candles, the city streets were lit by candles, flames and the natural light of the moon.

A man, somewhat peculiar, won her eyes while playing with fire in her hands. He ran his hands through the fire as if it were water, a normal thing. He was smiling oddly, but keeping his focus on the flames that danced in his hands. — You were mesmerized, it felt like you had fallen into witchcraft.

For a while, he decided to put the flames inside his mouth, as if he had swallowed them. That scene bothered you but you still admired it, wondering what would happen to the man. — A wave of fire almost hit your face, it wasn't aimed directly at you but it almost did.

Not thinking twice, you immediately dodged mortal danger. The orange flames shot past you, and the man didn't even care, just letting out a devilish laugh. — Your action completely caught the attention of Aemond, who didn't like the scene.

Rolling his eyes, he tugged on your hand once more, and soon began to intensify his steps again. Aemond didn't want you to fall for those bastards' deadly tricks. — Still dazed, you followed the eldest with clumsy steps.

Aemond straightened his hood at the sight of a group of guards walking down the street, trying not to be recognized. He placed his hand, which wasn't holding yours, on top of your hood with the same intention. — A sigh left your mouth as the guards ignored you.

The streets were more crowded, almost making it impossible for you to get around. The situation was extremely excruciating. In addition to the number of people increasing, the songs also increased. — On the bright side they were catchy and full of themselves.

There were people drinking everywhere and people dead with their drinks spilled on the floor. — And people who were looting the dead. It was like animals, when one dies, the other would tear off everything and even the carcass.

The mixture of liquor and blood fragrances swirled around that region, it was so harrowing but nothing left you so surprised.

People in costumes passed you and your uncle. They were weird, funny and some scary costumes. — You swore you saw a man wearing clothes identical to your mother's, but you didn't show any kind of interest against that.

Did you know that costume was pure insolence and ignorance against the future queen. Those damn animals didn't deserve your attention.

"You will only take this off with my permission, remember that." — An authoritative and familiar voice was received by his ears. Aemond had brought his body close to his to utter those words.

He was referring to your cloak, it was obvious. Of course you wouldn't take that piece of cloth off for nothing. Your life was in jeopardy if anyone from that place knew that Rhaenyra's daughter was roaming the nasty places of King's Landing. — It would be a big scandal and nobody would like it.

You can already imagine the great discussion you would attend and participate in.

Not having an answer and not daring to disobey the eldest, you shake your head in confirmation. Your hand gripped Aemond's tightly as you walked past the people, grief washing over you for the first time that isolated night.

Aemond smiled at the feel of your hand squeezing his. He felt how helpless you were in the midst of that crowd and he knew he didn't need that feeling to run through you because he was with you and he wouldn't leave you for anything. — Aemond protected the things that belonged to him and you were one of them.

Aemond guided you to a house, it looked like some kind of cave. It was rather quirky and flashy, with silks and fabrics all over the entrance and probably inside as well. There was not much lighting but there were people around the place.

The scene that passed through your eyes left you speechless.

People were devouring each other, in the sexual sense, without shame for the eyes of others to see those actions. They didn't care. — A woman was pressed into the brick wall by a man, completely dressed differently from the woman, only his pants were down to his feet. She screamed in pure pleasure and adoration.

There were people watching it, it was disgusting the way some men were looking and others ignoring their existence.

Your eyes watched the event with intensity and surprise, you had never seen anything like it. But that doesn't mean you never did that act.

The woman, while holding the man's shoulders, felt your curious eyes and decided to look for who was interested in the action. Her eyes met yours and you quickly looked away. — You felt embarrassed.

"These animals will do anything to gain attention." — Aemond's anger was conveyed through his words, he had witnessed the same scene as you and was sickened. The house was free for that couple to relieve themselves but they wanted everyone to see the attraction. — "Come with me." — He started walking towards the inside of the house.

Your thinking was right, there was silk and fine fabrics everywhere inside the cave. On ceilings, walls and especially on the floor. — At least they cared about comfort.

A stream of moans echoed through that place, in addition to the panting breaths and the sounds of skins clashing. Nervousness began to control your body along with a wave of excitement. — Your uncle had taken you to the pleasure house.

Ironically, you've never been to a pleasure house before. The daughter of one of the most frequenters of pleasure houses, known as the rebel prince, had never set foot in the place.

The sexual dance was one of the main attractions, captivating the attention of all the souls present. It wasn't entirely sexual but actually contemporary. Indeed an interesting thing to witness. — The melancholy melody played around the table where the attraction was being held.

A glass appeared in front of you startling you and taking your attention away from the presentation, your eyes went to the hand you were offering and then you identify who it belonged to. — It was Aemond.

He moved the glass toward you, signaling you to drink. You recognized the drink by the strong smell and sweet grape, it was wine. Only the gods knew how much you adored that divine drink.

Picking up the cup, you quickly take a long, satisfying sip. The sweet and warm taste invaded your palate in a subtle way, it wasn't your favorite but you managed to taste it in a matter of seconds. — Your mouth was slightly purple from the strong pigment of the drink, you could feel it.

Taking the glass from your hand, realizing that it was already empty, Aemond sets the small and fragile glass on one of the exposed and scattered tables of the house. The Targaryen shakes your hand again, indicating that you two are going to leave that part of the house. — You follow him right away

Walking through the crowd again, but this time without receiving any kind of push or threat, the two of you descend a few steps. — If it weren't for Aemond, you wouldn't even notice. — The music was already fading, the more you moved away from the small area.

Soon, you and Aemond were in a darker, empty part of the house.

There was only one woman at the entrance, it looked like she was waiting for someone or something. She takes an interest in your presence, and mentally wonders who the two of you were.

You just ignored the woman's existence and went on your way with your lover, who was still firmly holding your hand. Aemond didn't let go of you for a moment that night.

The new hallway you were walking through was set in only fine fabrics and completely sheer, some in darker color tones demonstrating decent privacy. Messy beds made of cloth and little cotton were scattered throughout the small, filthy rooms. — There was nothing else besides that, nothing at all.

The few candles they inhabited were already about to be extinguished, but no one cared about them. They just wanted to glue their bodies together and delight in sheer pleasure. — The moans intensified with every second, screams of adoration and whispers controlled that place.

"This way, come." — Aemond's low, chilling voice washed over you. The older Targaryen's footsteps led to a small room, farther away from the others and requiring more privacy, it was the cleanest and most organized of the place.

The thin fabric was still present in that room but it wasn't dirty or trampled on, it felt like that room was the only clean and safe one.

It was as if your uncle had ordered that place clean for your arrival. — And he did. Aemond paid for the organization, cleaning and use of new fabrics to the owner of that house. All that to have you after years apart.

Your sweat ran down your forehead. You were so nervous.

Being interrupted, you feel a familiar pair of hands hastily removing your cloak. Your breath was already starting to get out of balance when the black piece fell at your feet and Aemond's deep breath was hitting your shoulder. — Your body was paralyzed, no muscle dared to move and you couldn't do it in such a way.

With your cloak on your feet, your long gray dress showed. Your curves were well marked along with the decode of your breasts, that captivated Aemond's attention. — He couldn't wait to remove that piece of clothing.

"So that was the surprise?" — Your voice was so low you wondered if the eldest had heard.

"I should have been more romantic, shouldn't i?" — Aemond's breath passed over the skin of your neck. — "We didn't have time alone in that hellish castle, so i found a way."

Aemond planted small kisses on your bare shoulder. Your eyes closed with the sensation of the prince's thin lips walking over that region of your body. You needed Aemond's touch, you wanted more.

As if Aemond is reading your mind, he forces his hand around your waist and turns you around, so the two of you are face to face. — Aemond was already out of his cloak and you could finally see the feared man's full face.

Neither of you dared to speak a word, letting silence dominate the room. The silence was comfortable, you were admiring each other in the dim light of the candle, which was present there.

Unable to bear the thought of going another second without putting his hands on you, Aemond leans in to kiss you for the first time that night. You can't see the thin, stupid smile because of the bad lighting but you can feel it against his mouth.

Your entire body was tingling, the feeling of your body pressed against Aemond's was intense. You missed being in his arms so much.

Aemond's hands left your waist and moved over your body, he wanted to explore what belonged to him. Your body shivered once more when he felt the older man's rough fingers fiddling with the lace holding up your dress. — The action left you breathless and interrupting the warm, intimate kiss.

"Spending these years without you was a hellish torture for me." — Aemond uttered as he ran his mouth over your cheek. The older man's heavy breath hit your face.

Almost nine years without touching, admiring, kissing and talking to you was one of the worst things that ever happened to Aemond. He hated his leaving decision, he never admitted that stupid and ridiculous order. — He did everything, at that time, to keep you from leaving, but unfortunately, his plans didn't work out.

You were so mesmerized by the older man's lips that you didn't say anything about his comment. His hands went to Aemond's face, caressing close to his thin lips. — You looked at the prince with adoration, capturing all the lines and the scar that had on his face. — Aemond had such an angelic and heavenly face, you could look up to him for hours and hours.

Missing his lips against yours, you lean in and kiss him but with more intensity and desire. The kiss was fiercer and more desperate, your lips dancing against Aemond's.

Aemond's hands remembered the existence of the bow on your dress, and he brutally tugged at it. Maybe that lace could have been torn but Aemond didn't care about that. — If he could, he would have ripped your dress. — You helped him, pushing the dress to the floor quickly, wanting to get rid of that damn piece of clothing soon.

Now your bare skin was exposed to your lover.

"In the name of the gods, you are fucking beautiful." — He grumbled after parting your lips. Aemond's hands were cupping your breasts, tingling with the touch, making you moan in the young man's ear. That sound was like music to Aemond.

Aemond caressed your breasts carefully but with an immense desire to devour them, they were so sensitive to his touch, but the need to have you at that moment was inexplicable. Aemond was hungry, he wanted your body, he wanted you.

Mercilessly, Aemond's fingers tightened on the nipple of your right breast, you arched your back and let out a loud groan.

"Fuck, Aemond." — His name fell from your lips like pure silk. Your hand reached out to grab the older man's long white hair.

"I wanted so badly to fuck you the way i planned but i feel like i couldn't take it anymore." — The man's words left your body more sensitive than it already was. Aemond's tone was hungry and angry, it didn't scare you but it turned you on.

His teeth nipped at your lower lip, hearing those words. Aemond's breath hitched and he ran a hand down the middle of your thigh, moving toward your panties. He muttered a curse when he felt how wet that little piece of clothing was. — And it was for him, everything for him.

Aemond pulled you to the brick wall, covered in cheap silk, pressing you against it. The cold sensation of the same covered walls passed over your back, making you grunt. Aemond's lips again attacked yours fiercely. He was so hungry for you, the limit Aemond had placed on himself was already being forgotten.

Realizing that Aemond remained fully clothed, you ran your hands over his torso, signaling that you wanted to remove that garment that prevented you from touching your lover's skin. — Aemond understood what you wanted to do and in the blink of an eye his shirt was already on the floor, along with your dress.

Your fingers were so desperate to want to touch the older man's cold skin. You admired Aemond with a gleam of passion in your eyes and thanked the gods for sending such an angelic prince like him.

While you were distracted by your touches on Aemond, he didn't wait long and slid your panties down your legs and finally onto the floor. Now you were totally naked for your lover. — Aemond, when he saw you like that, took a deep breath and gritted his teeth in pure excitement.

The desire inside and outside of you was growing more and more, Aemond could see it in your eyes.

Aemond didn't want to wait any longer, he had been waiting for this moment for years. The dreaded prince, who hid everything about him and even his feelings, was desperate for you.

Aemond's nervous hands went to his well-tailored black leather pants, quickly removing the belt. — He didn't want to go even a second without touching you. — After removing the thin belt, the pants of the same color were victims of the agility of the one-eyed young man and soon, to the cold floor.

Your lover was fully naked in front of you.

Gods he was so heavenly. The small scars that ran through his strong and somewhat muscular body were seen as small works of art in your eyes. — A representation of how strong your lover was during the countless trainings and defenses he made.

All the lines of Aemond's body were seen by you and none were forgotten by his eyes. — The same way Aemond's single eye was doing to your lovely body.

As your arms continued around Aemond's neck, it was easy and nimble to bring your face up to his and then press your sweet lips against his again. — This time the kiss was gentle and passionate. It was a kiss to relate how much the two of you have missed each other all these years, such an intimidating and emotional act.

Aemond's hands traveled to one of her legs, stroking a brief caress and lifting it up and directing it to the side of his waist. He was signaling you and pressing your legs around him. — You immediately did what he was asking you to do.

Now Aemond was carrying you and his body pressed to yours, making his pelvis bump into your folds. That feeling when you bring your head back, slamming against the covered wall. — Your body screamed sensitivity and adoration.

Lust dominated Aemond's eye as he saw your neck exposed in front of him. Aemond's lips devoured your neck, not caring about the marks that would remain afterward. — Actually, that's what Aemond wanted most. — The elder's hot and wet lips fixed that sensitive part of your body, he bit and sucked that region.

Moans came out of your mouth all the time, you didn't even care if there were people listening to those erotic and illicit sounds. — For Aemond those sounds were as if they were the music of paradise.

Another moan, but this time loudly, left your lips as you felt Aemond's fingers rub a kind of circle on your clit. Those damn fingers.

"Aemond, please." — You begged in a totally broken voice.

"Ko, mans dārgais mīļotais?" (What, my dear lover?) — Aemond muttered as his lips pressed even closer to your neck, he didn't want to let go of them for nothing. Your neck was already starting to burn and heat up and Aemond obviously felt it.

The hand that had been concentrating on your pussy began to press down on his cock, sliding slowly between your exarched folds. Aemond's eyes closed tightly when he felt that exarchation and his ego, which was already big, increased when he realized that he was the one who left you like this, that was all for him and for him.

Aemond drove his cock into your entrance and thrust, you couldn't contain a loud scream that possibly tore your throat. You've waited so long for that, for that feeling of him touching you, kissing you and filling you.

Aemond stood for a short while feeling the tight feel of your pussy, and knowing full well how much he was stretching you; he felt it. — You felt every inch of his cock as he filled you so majestically.

Pain hadn't entered your body at any time, only pleasure and lust dominated.

"Move, please." — You whispered between your lips to your prince.

The position you two were in wasn't so comfortable but it was pleasant, and that was an important point. Aemond tightened his grip on your legs and pulled away, leaning his hard hips forward. You rolled your eyes in pure adoration at the movement.

Aemond dared to look down, and seeing your pussy taking every inch of him was the perfect view of paradise and made his head go wild. It looked like the two of you were made to fit together, Aemond thought.

Aemond backed away once more and leaned forward once more, working in rhythm. Aemond's hips bumped against your, it felt so good. The sound was completely obscene, pleasurable and wet, bringing several loud moans from both of you.

At that moment, you were united as one. As they always were and as they always should. You should never have left Aemond's arms and Aemond should never have left your side. — Two people, two dragons but one soul.

Their eyes met, again, Aemond's only and he couldn't look away or focus on anything else. Everything and everyone around Aemond's life had disappeared but you. Every hard bump of his hips against yours sensitive ones brought expressions of pleasure and passion on your face, like works of art in his mind.

"Promise you'll never leave me, just promise." — Aemond pleaded with his features mixed with lust and melancholy, there was a touch of emotion in those words. An emotion of sadness and fear.

Aemond was afraid you would leave him once more.

He pressed his forehead against your but didn't dare slow down. You would certainly have a hard time answering him but you needed it, Aemond needed it.

"Aemond." — You moaned awkwardly, delighted against the rhythm of his hips. Your body was shaking and he was panting, tears threatening to fall down your face from the satisfaction and pleasure your lover was giving you. — "I promise."

You fought the actions of your body, which was desperate and limp, and looked deep into the Targaryen's eye. Aemond's features were the purest you'd ever seen on a person, he was needing you so badly.

"I will never leave you again." — A long, deep breath left your lips. — "In the name of gods and dragons, i will never leave your side."

That was all Aemond needed, he needed to hear it from you. He had hoped to hear those words for so many years, for so many days, and for so many nights. — Aemond had you and always will.

After that, Aemond's hips moved faster. He added a delicious amount of pressure and force, earning your screams. Your legs gain a strong and intense grip, would probably gain purple and red marks. You screamed with delight, desperate and breathless, almost without a voice.

"Es mīlu tevi." (I love you) — Aemond gasped, running his mouth over your cheek. Those three words were enough to officially decree that the two of you belonged together.

With the speed of Aemond's thrusts, your moans increased in volume and the approach of your climax was so close, you could feel it and Aemond felt your walls tightening around him even more. — He wanted to stay buried in your pussy forever.

In the end, you screamed Aemond's name so loud when you felt your climax finally come and felt when Aemond hit you a few times, he had reached his too. The older's urges were to fill you with his sperm, mixing with your.

Your bodies were still glued together, sticky with sheer sweat and the two of you were trying to catch your lost breath. Aemond presses long, lazy kisses to the skin of your neck, completely sweaty and red. He kept holding you, as he had in mind that your legs were unable to walk.

You were impressed and completely intoxicated by Aemond. You were always intoxicated by him but that night you had definite certainty.

"Es arī tevi mīlu." (I love you too.) — Your voice was still broken but you declared it to the prince. Aemond stopped lovingly caressing your neck and turned his face to face yours. He noticed how bright your eyes were, your face even after all the mess was still angelic.

A graceful smile played on Aemond's thin lips. It was such a genuine and passionate smile. He felt the honesty and love in your words, Aemond felt everything you felt for him. — You were everything to Aemond, and he would always show you that.

You and Aemond were two people, two dragons but only one soul.

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