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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years

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Heat Of The Moment ~ JJK [Part 2]

↱↱↱Word count: 4.3k

↱↱↱Part one here

↱↱↱Genre: Fluff, with angst thrown in cause it’s me and what’s my writing without angst guys

↱↱↱Pairing: CEO!Taehyung x Reader x Ex!Jungkook

The EDM music was blasting through the speakers as you walked down the dimly lit hallway towards Jimin's office, it had been five months since Jungkook and you had split up. Since the night Jungkook had come to the club every Friday to watch you dance - his mistress tagging along with him of course. You and Jimin had the bet that she was there to make sure he stayed in line and didn't try to touch you but it didn't stop him. He would put money in your underwear like a lot of the other customers did since you were a pole dancer and he would try to talk to you after every show but he didn't get far. Jimin would never allow him to come and talk to you, he couldn't let him into the bar if it wasn't for his mistress buying half of the stock out whenever they came to watch you perform. The tips you received were enough to cover the rent on a new apartment but you continued to live with Jimin instead, and gave the tips you earnt from Jungkook to the bar instead so they would be split between everyone.

"He's here again?" You heard one of the dancers say as you came up to Jimin's office holding one of your stage outfits that need repairing, the girls all knew the story of you and Jungkook and they regularly kept an eye out for him.

"What? Jungkook?" You questioned looking over their shoulders to peek through the curtain and there he was, sitting front row with his woman. Both of them looked so proud sitting there with smiles on their faces, tipping everybody with $100 bills and smiling whenever they could get excellent service.

"Too rich than they even know what to do with." You grumbled moving away from them and going to Jimin's office,

"Does it bother you that he still comes here?" The same dancer who had spotted Jungkook first asked, you froze in place and turned around to look at her shrugging your shoulders. Every time you saw them together it brought back the feelings of that night, you were never going to truly forgive him or get over what he did to you but you knew you couldn't hold a grudge forever.

"More tips for you guys if he comes." You laughed it off with them and headed to Jimin's office not even knocking as you reached the door, you dropped the outfit onto his desk and sat in one of the chairs.

"You're on in ten minutes, you need to go and get ready." You rolled your eyes at him, you were the face of the club right now since you were one of the best dancers on his stage.

"Jimin, get ready? Do you mean get unready? I literally go out in a bikini, I don't have much to do." You laughed looking over at the door as someone knocked on it.

"Come in," Another dancer popped her head around the door and told Jimin that a man was asking after him,

"Go and get ready, also you're ordering food tonight. It's your turn." He tapped you on the shoulder and you got up from the chair following him out of the office and down the hall to the changing rooms where everyone spent their time getting ready.

"What I want to know is why? Why all of a sudden are big shots coming here?" You heard a couple of the girls talking under their breath but you ignored it trying to focus on getting your mind ready for the stage. Whenever you went out there and you knew Jungkook was there you had to mentally prepare yourself for the way he would watch you and the way his mistress would make sure you knew he was her's now, the small grabs of his thighs or the long kisses whenever you were getting tips from people close to them. Either she was extremely loving towards Jungkook and adored PDA or she was insecure about him wanting to go back to you but you didn't care. Jungkook had tried to come back to you multiple times, begging for you to take him back and every time it was the same answer - if he even got close enough to ask that was. Jimin had hired guards to make sure he couldn't get backstage to see you and the guards would walk you out in the streets if you needed it.

"Don't you think it's odd though?" You drowned out their voices by listening to the overplayed music and trying to focus on yourself instead, anything except Jungkook and his...whatever she was.

"Y/n! Visitor!" You rolled your eyes from inside Jimin's office rubbing your wet hair with a towel as one of the girls shouted you,

"Jungkook isn't allowed back here!" You called back but she slowly pushed the door open and stared at you, her mouth was hanging open and she looked a little scared. You frowned at her and she shook her head looking back out of the door behind her and then back to you.

"It's not Jungkook." You nodded for her to let whoever it was in and continued to dry your hair with your back to the door,

"Sorry, I'll be right there. Jimin's shower is the only one that w-works." You stuttered as you turned to see a man standing there he was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt underneath with a black tie. He had his eyes fixed on you as you turned around to face him and he smiled, it was a cute smile.

"E-erm, Jimin isn't here...If you're after information on how to get a private show one of the girls outside-" You backed into the desk knocking a photo of you and Jimin over and you hissed as the glass smashed.

"Someone at the front desk or one of the girls can help." His hands reached out to stop you from cleaning up the glass yourself. You were dressed in nothing but some blue booty shorts and a crop top sporting the words 'Please don't do coke in the bathroom'.

"You could get hurt," You backed away from the glass and he took off his blazer and rolled up the long white sleeves of his shirt before cleaning up the glass.

"I'm Kim Taehyung,"

"Nice to meet you Mr Kim, but Jimin isn't back yet so I'm not sure why the girls lead you back here." You hadn't been this nervous around someone since you first started dating Jungkook.

"I asked to see you, they told me you lived here with Jimin." You nodded and he smiled at you, he could tell you were nervous and it made him smirk a little on the inside, knowing he had that kind of power over you.

"What is it that I can do for you, Mr Kim,"

"Please call me Tae. I came by to see what all the fuss was about and I found you, I'd like to take you out to dinner." You laughed at the thought of it and he stared at you wondering what was so funny when you realised he was being serious about it. He dumped the glass into a bin and stared at the photo in his hands and he smiled at it,

"We took that at my 21st birthday party, he was smashed." You laughed at the memory and Taehyung put it down on the table turning to look up at you.

"So, dinner?" He could tell he'd taken you by surprise and he loved that,

"But you don't know me." He nodded and put his hands into his pockets leaning on the desk,

"That's what the dinner is for...to get to know you." You liked the way he acted so confident and nonchalant about everything and the thought of going to dinner with someone that looked like him excited you but then you were forced into remembering what she looked like, the way she had held herself when she first walked into the club.

"What?" He asked reading as you facial expression dropped from a smile to the look of sorrow,

"I didn't take you out yet, I can't have disappointed you yet." He joked trying to bring the smile he'd fallen for already back on your face.

"Sorry, not you...Just, it's nothing. Where would we go?" He smiled at you once again and you sent him a small smile back, it was just a dinner nothing could go wrong with dinner.

"I know this small restaurant, just down the road, it's great." You excused yourself to go and change first and he went to wait at the bar for you while you left.

"Who's the hottie in the suit?" The dancer who had brought him in to see you teased as you walked towards the staircase of your apartment.

"Kim Taehyung asked me out to dinner."

"Wait- CEO Kim Taehyung or Kim's enterprises?" You shrugged your shoulders and she looked at you with a smirk on her face giving you a proud nod.

"You go girl. I hear he's filthy rich and he's not too bad in the bedroom." She nudged your arm and you walked up the staircase and into your room trying to decide on what to wear while ignoring the comment she had made to you. It was just a dinner, nothing more and nothing less. Just dinner.

Taehyung smiled as you walked over to him in a pair of black jeans and a white blouse crop top,

"You look stunning," He said as he extended his hand for you to take, you did so and he twirled you around and that was when you noticed Jimin looking at you from behind the bar.

"I want details and take out tomorrow." He whispered to you as you kissed him goodbye. Taehyung linked your arm with his and walked you out of the small club and into the parking lot, waiting there for him was a black Lamborghini with scissor doors waiting for you both to climb inside.

"This is yours?!" Your voice came out panicked and he chuckled as he helped you into the seat,

"It is." You stared at him as he walked around the front of the car and into the driver's side, you were wondering what he wanted with you and why he had asked you out in the first place.

"Why me?" You questioned when he pulled the door shut, he turned to look at you as he switched the engine on,

"Why you what?" You laughed at him and shook your head,

"Why did you ask me out? I'm a dancer at a club you're clearly too good for." You told him but he winked at you as he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the roads,

"Seriously, why me?" You were concerned it was all some kind of plan for Jungkook to get you back but he shook his head.

"I heard about the club through an article, your friend Jimin is trying to get the place more business. Higher paying clients and such, I was going to buy it out and change it into something else but then I saw you." You nodded for him to continue not paying attention to where he was driving you until he pulled onto a motorway,

"I thought you said the restaurant was just down the road." He licked his teeth and cocked his head to the side,

"I never said where it was just down the road from. I saw you and I knew I wanted to ask you out, you're beautiful, funny from what I've seen already and I just- I don't know. Wanted to get to know you I guess." You smiled at him and then looked out of the window,

"Why did you say yes? I mean, you clearly didn't know who I was until you got into the car and you probably still don't know who I am." You glanced back at him and stared at his face while he drove you to your destination,

"You looked beautiful and you were funny." You gave him back the same excuse he'd given you and he chuckled.

"Touché," You giggled as he put on a French accent and revved the engine of his car,

"So where is this restaurant." He winked at you again and pulled into a private airstrip parking bay,

"I have a helicopter, come on. It'll be quicker." You stared at him as though he was crazy, there was a black helicopter waiting for you both and you could have sworn your stomach dropped as you stared at it.

"Scared of heights?" He questioned as he pulled you in the direction of it,

"You could say that," He wrapped his arm around you tightly and kissed the side of your face,

"You can hold onto me if you get scared." He whispered before going to check everything over with the pilot of the helicopter. This confirmed it, you had to be dreaming or having some kind of psychotic break, these kinds of things didn't happen to you.

The restaurant he'd taken you too was four times bigger than the club and it was all white and marbled, it looked like it would cost more than anything you could ever make in a lifetime.

"You know I would have been fine with like a McDonalds or something," You held your arms over your stomach as he walked you through the restaurant and over to a hostess who took one look at you and sighed.

"Sorry sir, we don't allow that kind of business to happen here." Your arms dropped and you stared at her,

"What kind of business?" You snapped back at her and she looked you up and down before shaking her head and raising her eyebrows,

"Do I have to spell it out? I would have thought your job description was pretty clear, we don't allow prostitutes inside our restaurant." Her voice was laced with venom, you clenched your fists by your side wanting nothing more than to punch her in the face but Taehyung wrapped his arm around your waist.

"I would like a table for my girlfriend and I to sit at, and considering I own 60% of this restaurant I would like it without the disgusting attitude." That was the first time she looked at Taehyung and as soon as she did her face fell, she looked sick and she started to stutter over her words.

"S-Sir I didn't know you would be coming-"

"Save it, you're fired." He looked around for someone else to come and work the hostess job and she begged not to lose her job.

"You disrespected someone I asked to accompany me tonight, I don't even want to think how you talk to other customers. Out." He walked you through to find a table by himself and as soon as people saw him coming they started moving out of his way and organising things.

"You own part of this place?" You gasped looking around at all of the high ceilings and chandeliers as you walked underneath them.

"I own half of the city and that's not me being dramatic." He chuckled sitting you down in a booth and sliding in next to you, you had a giant smile on your face as you looked around in 'awe' of everything. It was all so new to you. Big fancy places and bright lights like this,

"We'll take the finest wine and tell Sid to order what he thinks is right." He turned to look at you and pointed over at the chef who was watching from the bar,

"He has a knack, he'll take one look at you and know instantly what you need."

Halfway through the meal, you looked at him and stared for a couple of seconds, it still didn't feel right to be here with him. It felt like he had ulterior motives and he did but he wanted to get to know you before he offered anything to you.

"So what was the real reason you flew me out here and showed off all your fancy things." You took a sip of the wine at the wrong time because what he said next made you spit the red wine back into the cup and down your white blouse.

"I want you to mother my child." Red stained everything from your white shirt down to the white table cloth.

"Sorry, what?" You asked as you held your throat from the coughing you'd just been doing, he sighed.

"Yeah, I couldn't think of a way to say it...I just..." He turned to look at you and took your hands in his own, you stared from his hands to his face as he began to speak.

"You don't have to say yes right now, but you're beautiful and clearly you're very smart like I am and I want to have a son or a daughter but I think that you and I, we'd be good together. We already get along very well and I don't want a son yet but I want one in the future...I see you in the future." You blinked at him as if he was crazy and he sighed knowing what you were thinking,

"I don't want you to say yes right now. I want you to know that that is what I want out of our relationship if we were to continue this. I'd take care of you, I'd be a good boyfriend or husband." You said nothing as he continued to ramble on about it all. Everything he was saying sounded completely insane but at the same time it felt right, hearing everything he was saying sounded like an amazing opportunity, a once in a lifetime event that you couldn't pass up. But then your mind fell to Jimin and the club, that place was everything to you and if you went with Taehyung what would happen to them,

"I can make your life your dream...Jimin told me about your studying, you gave it all up but if you come with me you can study, and I'll take care of Jimin. Get him a club upgrade and make sure he won't miss out on not having you there." You were still trying to process everything he was saying to you when he mentioned Jungkook's name.

"You know about him?" He saw your face fall and nodded,

"I promise you that he will never hurt you again, I know what he did to you and I can promise that I would never hurt you like that either," He titled your head up to look at him in the eyes. You didn't know if it was the wine or the adrenaline of being there with him at that moment but you leant in and kissed him. His lips sunk into yours like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle finally slotting together to make the perfect picture, his hand cupped your chin as he brought you closer to him and you smiled against his lips.

After that night you went back to Jimin to talk to him about it, you needed to know if it was a good idea and he'd talked you into going for it. Telling you that you only had one shot in life at doing something like this and he could tell by the way you'd been smiling that you happened to like Taehyung a lot and you barely knew him.

"You look scared," Taehyung whispered as he placed his hand on your hip walking you through a crowded room full of people. It had been a year since you had agreed to his arrangement and everything was perfect, it didn't even feel like an arrangement. You'd fallen hopelessly in love with him and he had with you from the moment you said yes to him. There was no denying there was real chemistry between you both and not just some rich guy and a poor girl together, it felt like a real connection.

"Scared? Why would I be scared? We're just at an event full of people who all know about me and my past as you walk me through them to go and get a drink at the bar." He laughed as you rambled on like that, he'd grown used to you doing it whenever you got nervous over the last year and he found it adorable.

"Relax, they don't care what you used to do for a living. See Miss Fresia over there." He pointed at an elderly lady who was sitting next to a bunch of other older woman.

"Used to run an old strip club in town, now she owns 50% of the clubs on the west side and her husband works for me. Most of the people here come from different places." You giggled as he continued to point people out and told you what they did for a living. His hand was resting on your waist as he continued walking you through the event and introducing you to everyone as his girlfriend - though you were much more than that but you were keeping it a secret for now. He'd only asked you that morning to be his fiancée and you said yes, feeling no reason to say no to him.

Jungkook gripped the stem of his wineglass when he spotted you across the room,

"What is it baby boy?" His mistress looked over to where he was staring and she saw you with Taehyung,

"You already knew they would be here I don't see the big deal, you're with me remember." She straightened his tie but his eyes were still focused on you and the way you looked in the white dress you were wearing. You would never have been able to afford that if you were still with Jungkook or working at the club and he felt anger rush through his body watching Taehyung kiss you or hold you the way he used to.

"I'm sorry." You frowned looking up at Taehyung confused when you heard the all-too-familiar voice if Jungkook's mistress,

"Ah Miss Y/l/n, we've missed you at that little strip club downtown." She was speaking loud enough for you and everyone around you to hear and you knew what she was trying to do, people started to listen in on the conversation.

"I must say, the place has gotten quite the upgrade but I supposed that's because your sugar daddy here is paying for everything." Your mouth formed a thin line as you remembered your grandmothers saying, 'if you have nothing nice to say don't say anything at all' but you couldn't believe Jungkook was letting her get away with talking to you like this.

"Does he pay you for sex as well, have you gone into prostitution now." Jungkook shot at you and you felt Taehyung's grip on your side tighten and you knew he was mad.

"Leave it, baby," You whispered to Taehyung pulling him away from them not having the stomach to stand there and be insulted all night by them. He kept his focus on you as you pulled him away and onto the dance floor.

"Dance with me," You whined at him as he wrapped his arms around you properly,

"Since you asked so nicely." He chuckled bending down and giving you a soft kiss on the lips, the music changed to a slow song and both stood there tangled up in one another's arms swaying to the soft music that played out for everyone at the event.

Taehyung was getting his car when Jungkook grabbed you from behind and pulled you in the direction of some bathrooms.

"What the fuck, get off me!" You pushed him away but he gripped onto your arms trying to pull you close to him and kiss you,

"Don't tell me you don't miss me, I know you think about me like I think about you." You pushed him away again and shook your head at him, you couldn't believe he was acting like this when he'd just called you a prostitute less than an hour ago in front of 50 people.

"You're insane, what the fuck Jungkook?" You closed your body language off from him and he stared at you shaking his head,

"I made a mistake, I shouldn't have slept with her and I want to come back home." He was tearing up, you almost felt bad for him until you remembered what he had said to her that night,

"You didn't make a mistake Jungkook, you're just jealous that I have someone else now." He stared at you and shook his head, he didn't want to believe that you would move on from him and be with someone else.

"You don't love him, you don't share with him what you and I used to have." He tried to take your hand in his but you pulled it away from him and stared at him, he couldn't be serious and if he was you had to put an end to it but you knew the engagement news wouldn't be enough for him so you would have to tell him something that even Taehyung didn't know about yet.

"I'm engaged to him Jungkook," You grabbed onto the bathroom door handle and looked at Jungkook in the eyes,

"And I'm carrying his child," You walked out of the bathroom and rushed over to Taehyung who was looking for you at the entrance.

"Everything okay?"

"Perfect." You answered him, leaning up and kissing him passionately in front of everyone at the event as well as the reporters who had been staged outside the entire night waiting to get some photographs of you together.

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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

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For mermay, #25 siren for Sternclay, rating up to you? Thank you so much, I love your fics!

Here you go! I went with SFW and it's set in the same universe as the other siren prompt I got this year

Joseph has sailed so far over the horizon of regret that he’s landed right back on the shores of resolve.

The highway curves through low mountains, extends in interminable straight lines of super-heated asphalt, and he drives both stretches with purpose, eyes fixed on his goal so as not to see the last forty-eight hours lurking in his rearview mirror.

When the sign reading “Kepler: Population 3,000 on land, 50 in water” reflects the setting sun he slumps back in the driver seat, too tired to be glad, excited, afraid, or anything else at all.

He passes the Cryptonomica, proclaiming itself the premier place to learn about the Roadside Sirens. Rolling his eyes means he nearly misses the drawbridge warning, the barrier dropping and bridge rising to allow a small sailboat to pass. It’s aboard this he sees his first siren; dappled tail hanging in the water as she converses with the other passenger and waves to the siren working the bridge.

The bridge lowers and he continues forward as the early evening overtakes the main road. Neon crackles to life, creosote and rabbitbrush drift through the window when he rolls it down. The sign on Amnesty Lodge declares vacancies, so he pulls into the parking lot. It’s a strange lay-out, little cabins dotting the patches of pools that, once upon a time, must have been enclosed in rooms. Now they glisten under the emerging stars, some surrounded by lawn chairs and set ups to play horseshoes or cornhole. The building housing the lobby is precariously perched on the bank of the slow flowing river, another building whose neon is unlit sitting beside it. He pays the young lady at the counter for a week to week cabin and lugs the remainders of his life inside.

In the bathroom mirror, the wear of this trip is clear in the wrinkles on his suit and the dust on his shoes. He strips down, rinses off, and heads into the night in his shorts and T-shirt from Puget Sound. On a whim he turns right, follows a trail that leads him into the state park. He pays the five dollar fee in a little envelope as he continues on his way. Just as he reaches a scenic viewpoint, the singing starts.

Joseph can’t see any of the singers, can only pick up six or so distinct voices swirling around him.

It’s said the roadside sirens will tell you what you need.

It’s said the roadside sirens are the only way Kepler gets new residents

It’s said the roadside sirens will lead you to your hearts desire.

It’s said the roadside sirens are not always gentle.

All that tugs at Joseph’s heart is exhaustion. When footsteps creak across the boards behind him, he turns to find a man in a ranger uniform. Their eyes meet a moment and the man nods in greeting, “Evenin sir, you got any questions?”

“What do you hear when they sing?”

The ranger shrugs, “I hear them singin’. Never been all that susceptible to ‘em. Well, except for one, but he don’t sing all that often and the last time it was to tell me he missed me while I was out here workin’.”

Joseph raises an eyebrow. The man comes close enough for him to see his name tag. All it says is, “Duck.”

Duck chuckles, leans his arms on the railing, “S’okay, most folks don’t believe me when I tell ‘em that. See, thing about sirens is, you gotta have unfulfilled desires for the song to take hold. First time I was in Kepler, didn’t have a goddamn clue what I wanted from life. When I came back, found the two things I wanted right away. Been pretty content since.” He glances at Joseph, “why, you hear somethin that worries you?”

“I don’t hear anything besides-”

A burst of blue and orange light spills across them; the building beside Amnesty Lodge has come to life, and Joseph can see a line out the door from here. More importantly, someone is singing and his body moves towards the source without him noticing.

“I mean, if your main want is you’re hungry, Lodge is a damn good place to start. Put Kepler on the map. Or, uh, guess the sirens put it there and the Lodge kept it there once the novelty wore off.

“Uhumm” Joseph nods, waving an absentminded goodnight as he follows the path back to the Lodge. He’s about to join the others waiting to get through the door when he gets a flash of an image; a draft on a desk, announcing the Lodge needed a cooks assistant.

What the hell, it’s worth a try right?

A knock on the back door summons an older man in a “Joshua Tree” shirt.

“Howdy, if you’re lookin for the line-”

“I’m here about the assistant job.”

“Uhh, o-kay. Not the best time for it, but follow me.”

The man leads him down a set of stairs to a kitchen that is half in and half out of the water in a way that defies logic and physics. Swimming about are several sirens, plus two humans on the shore, cooking and sending food up to the main building in a dance that borders on chaos. In the middle of it all is a siren with a deep copper tail that matches his short beard and long hair tied back in a bun.

“Barclay! You got a minute?”

“Not really!”

“Okay then. I’ll just have this fella wait in your office until dinner rush is over.”

“Sure great yeah Moira wheres the crawfish for table ten?”

Which is how Joseph finds himself sitting in a cabin, twiddling his thumbs. His manners fight his boredom until he pulls a paperback from the nearby shelf and loses himself in the exploits of a someone recreating dishes from ancient civilizations. Doesn’t look up until the door opens and the same man, now with legs instead of that beautiful tail, walks in.

“Phew” he shuts the door with a satisfied smile, rests his head on the wood, then whirls and slams his back against it when Joseph clears his throat.

“GAHWHATTHEFUCK”

“I’m, I’m so sorry, I thought you heard, um, Thacker, tell you he was having me wait here.”

“W-wait here for wh--Oh, oh right, the assistant thing.” The siren scrubs his face, “yeah, uh, guess Mama must've put the ad out. Uh, would you say you’re organized?”

“Extremely. But honestly it doesn’t seem like you need that much help on that front.”

A deep, rich laugh, “I cleaned this morning, last night it looked like an earthquake hit this place. Guessing from the fact you didn’t freak out in the kitchen you’re cool with the supernatural?”

“Yes. It’s an area of interest for me.”

There’s suspicion in Barclay’s voice, hidden but very much present, “why’d you end up in Kepler?”

“I came here on purpose. I wanted to be somewhere where strange things were celebrated and out in the open. Not...not kept from the world.”

Barclay leans back on his desk, arms crossed, “Where’d you work before now?”

“The…” he sighs, resigns himself to finding somewhere else to go, “the FBI. UP branch, I was at Nellis when they, um, relieved me of my duties.”

For a long moment, Barclay studies him. Then he turns to his desk, setting stacks of papers in order as he hums. Joseph closes his eyes, takes calming breaths; all he wants is to be safe, to not have to run. All he wants is for Barclay to hold him, he’s never seen a man so handsome and a useless, primal part of him fixates on that fact. Also he’s starving, god, he hasn’t eaten since his breakfast of black coffee.

Barclay stops humming, “Come with me.”

Joseph follows him back down into the strange kitchen (“couple of friends of mine are pretty powerful magicians. They rigged up the kitchen for me”). All the lights are off, and without them he discovers Barclay’s eyes glow an eerie yellow-green. When he smiles, Joseph sees only the points on his teeth, not the crinkle at the edge of his eyes.

“Hungry?” Barclay rumbles.

“Starving.”

“You eat fish?”

“...Yes?” Will the wrong answer get him drowned.

The cook leaps towards the water, tail appearing and clothes vanishing at the last moment before he hits the dark surface. Joseph stands, on edge and curious, until the siren emerges, newly-dead trout in his hands.

“Tastes best fresh.” Barclay swims to his grill, turning it on in a click of a knob.

“Why not just stay human when you cook?” Joseph makes his way over to the station as Barclay butchers the fish and sets it into a heavily buttered pan.

“The charm only holds for so long before I need to be back in the water, and I get so busy during meals I don’t want to risk passing out because I went too long on shore. Besides” he spins elegantly to grab two spice jars, “I learned to cook in the water, so this is the most natural way for me.”

“Fascinating.” Joseph sits down, keeping himself out of arms reach of the water. Barclay seems nice, but sirens did not become famous for offering people things and then following through; hundreds of dead travelers prove that much.

“Where are you from?”

“Chicago, originally.”

“Ever see the great lake mers?”

“No.” He can’t help but feel disappointed that he’s only learning of their existence now.

“Quite a few out there. Sirens too.”

Well, that introduces some new reasons for all the shipwrecks.

“How do you know? Are you from there?”

“Nah. Been in Kepler my whole life. Even during the bad years, singing people into that godawful, overpriced casino buffet. Convincing them the shitty cold cuts were prime rib.” His hand stills a moment, clenches and then releases, “yeah. Every now and then” he starts chopping shallots, “one of the drunks would get it into their heads to pet the sirens tail or hair and I had to sit there and let them. My tail” he shudders, swipes the shallots into the pan so roughly Joseph starts.

“Sorry.” Barclay mumbles.

“Don’t be. I’m on edge, that’s all. And you have every right to be angry. Being forced to do something you know is wrong is....there’s no winning.”

“That why you just want a place to feel safe?”

It’s so easy to confess in the darkness of the cave.

“I put up too much of a fight about something. Refused to do something that went against my conscience. They let me go, which I feared but expected. Then I found my bank accounts were cut off and someone had manipulated the records to say I’d been fired for criminal activity so it’d be harder to find a job.”

A clink of metal on china, and then Barclay is holding a plate out to him with tenderness in his eyes, “I’m so sorry, Joseph. Here, at least you won’t be hungry.”

Joseph murmurs out his thanks.

“You a wine drinker?”

“Right now I could certainly go for some.”

A few flicks of that stunning tail and Barclay returns with a glass of white for each of them.

“To getting free of shitty pasts.” The cook raises his glass and Joseph bumps his against it. Barclay brings it to his lips, but smiles rather than sip, “and by the way: you got the job.”

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Being Barclay’s assistant is fifty percent clerical work and fifty percent following the siren around as he gathers ingredients or tests recipes. On Ned Chicane’s recommendation, Barclay had published a cookbook of both traditional siren foods and his own creations. It became a bestseller which, among other things, means Joseph has a brand new wardrobe, regular deliveries of gourmet food, and his cabin is now full of books. Whenever he points out that Barclay is already paying him and doesn’t need to buy him things, the siren simply rubs their cheeks together (a thing Joseph is only now getting used to) and tells him he likes doing it.

So when he’s not getting his recipes in order or typing up scribbled note cards into something legible, he’s following Barclay on foot or in a boat while he harvests or buys ingredients. Sirens have permission to fish and forage in areas, including the park, that humans don’t, which means he runs into Duck and his siren husband, Indrid, on more than one occasion while hauling lines into the boat.

The one time it gets stuck, Barclay pulls it out all on his own. Almost like he’s showing off the muscles in his back, arms, and tail.

The only thing Joseph won’t do is get in the water with the siren. He can’t get the images of drowned sailors, of fishermen torn to shreds, from his mind. Barclay is powerful, sharp-toothed and slit-pupiled, dangerous yet so gentle he once purred when Joseph complimented his food. And if Joseph never goes in the water with him, he’ll never have to confront the fact he wouldn’t mind if those pointed teeth dug into his skin and that tail trapped his legs while he thrashed in Barclay’s hold.

He assumes Barclay doesn’t notice; after all, swamps and marshes, even the river, are far less suited to a human swimming in them than an ocean or lake. This conclusion is bolstered by Barclay never, ever asking him to join him in the water. The siren is less careful about singing; he usually just hums as he works, but sometimes he sings wordlessly and Joseph nearly dives head first into the water (Barclay’s lap, if they’re on land).

Tonight, he’s cleaning up after Barclay’s test session of new recipes in the kitchen. The cook went out to visit some friends who live further in the state park, so when his voice drifts across the stones Joseph is surprised.

Cool, calloused hands on his cheeks, a tail stroking his thighs, his lips tracing up a sturdy leg. Copper hair twined in his fingertips, a heart beating in time with his own, teeth sinking into his skin, marking him, claiming him.

Water fills his nose and his body jerks back to the present, standing up in the shallow water that he stepped and stumbled face-first into.

“Joseph? Oh fuck, are you okay?” Barclay rounds the corner, swimming over to look up at him with concern.

“Yes. I, um, I think I got caught up in your song.”

“I’m sorry, I thought you were already upstairs or I wouldn’t have sung so loud. I know you can’t swim.”

“I can.” Joseph kneels, face down-turned in shame, “I was scared to, um, to be in the water with you. It’s, I was afraid of what might happen.”

Barlay swims back, “you thought I was gonna eat you?”

“No! Or, um, at first I didn’t want to foolishly assume that sirens in Kepler were harmless, since death isn’t high on my to-do list. Then I thought suddenly starting to swim would tip you off to the fact I’d been suspicious and I didn’t want to hurt you.” He runs a hand through his hair, “that song, though, Barclay, lord almighty is that what I want?”

“It’s what I want, I never sang it to bring you to me.”

“Oh.”

Barclay swims back to him, rubs their cheeks together, “Can I try something?”

“Anything” is all he gets out before he’s pulled into deeper water. He gasps for air, his own moans ricocheting across the room as Barclay bites his shoulder. On instinct his body tries to tread water, but copper scales trap his legs together, keep him flush against Barclay’s body.

“It’s okay babe, you can relax. I got you, I could keep us both afloat in my sleep.” He hums as he trails his lips across Joseph’s throat, “you’re safe. You’re with me.”

“Don’t make me leave.” The song pulls it out of him, because he wants to say it, wants to admit that losing what he has in Kepler terrifies him, just so he can hear-

“Never. You make me so fucking happy.” Barclay kisses him tenderly, keeps tracking his bite marks with a finger, “please stay. Stay for as long as you want."

"What if I want forever?" He rests his face on Barclay's shoulder as the siren spins them, dance-like, in the water.

"I think we can manage that."

#mermay #sternclay #agent stern/barclay #TAZ Amnesty

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falseroar · 4 years

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Dog Days Part 7: Leaving the Clinic

((Transporting a werewolf in the city isn’t easy, but Marvin’s come up with a plan. If he can sell the DA on the idea, that is.

I’ll explain this more at the end, but this is the point I mentioned in the beginning where there isn’t going to be a new part every day. I will keep up with tagging those are interested, and any new parts will be added to the masterlist as they come.

Link to Part 6: Clues in the Dust. ))

“Ow,” Marvin muttered, grimacing after an especially large yawn made his jaw pop. In the clinic’s otherwise quiet waiting room, the sound was embarrassingly loud, and of course, the good doctor himself walked out of the back area just in time to hear it.

“If you had slept like I tell you to…” Dr. Schneeplestein started, but the magician waved him off and went back to checking the contents of the bag he wore over his shoulder again.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, the doctor’s always right, I’ll put it on a shirt for you,” Marvin said. Nothing seemed to have disappeared since the last time he checked it in the car, or before he left the house, or the three or four times before that.

“Only if you wear it. I cannot be messing with my style now,” Dr. Schneeplestein joked, but when the magician failed to react he crossed the room and placed a hand on Marvin’s shoulder. “Breathe, relax. It will be okay, I am sure. Where is Chase?”

“Waiting in the car,” Marvin answered, jerking a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the vehicle parked outside in the dimming twilight. They probably could have done this without Chase, but he refused to just wait around back at the house again. Plus, there was something about how they parked his car after they borrowed it last night, but Marvin kind of tuned out at that point. “And Jackie is—”

“Everything looks clear,” Jackie himself said, from somewhere behind Marvin. Ignoring the magician’s jump and frustrated hiss, he crossed his arms and added, “The doctor’s right, you need to calm down, Marvin. Being nervous won’t make this any safer.”

“That feels a little hypocritical coming from you,” Marvin pointed out. “You’re the one who planned out the route that has us detouring through half the city.”

“Easier to see if someone’s following you if it’s random,” Jackie said with a shrug. “Being over cautious is not the same thing.”

“Eh…” Marvin started, but at this point the doctor cleared his throat.

“We are on a timeline, yes? Zhe clinic opens in an hour and I have patients coming which would make zhis all very hard to explain.”

“Right, yeah.” Marvin sighed and mentally prepared himself for what would have to come next, while the doctor gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. Jackie on the other hand gave some excuse about waiting outside to watch for anyone, like they all didn’t know he was just going to chat it up with Chase until the fireworks calmed down.

As expected, the former district attorney wasn’t thrilled about the magician’s plan.

“Look, I get it,” Marvin said to the low rumble coming from the wolf still seated on the patient bed. “But for the enchantment to work, you have to be wearing something, and there aren’t a lot of options here!”

Jameson signed and Dr. Schneeplestein agreed out loud for the benefit of the werewolf, “Yes, JJ, it is a handsome collar, but I am not so sure zhat is zhe complaint here.”

“It’s just until we get you to the house, and then once you’re inside it can come right off,” Marvin pushed, but when that failed to sway them, he tried again. “It’s either that or change back so we don’t need to smuggle a wolf across the city.”

For a brief moment, maybe only a few seconds, Marvin really thought that they were about to do it, to finally change back to their old self.

But that hope was swiftly dashed when the wolf sighed and dropped their head down to make it easier to slip the collar on.

Trying to hide his disappointment, Marvin said, “I promise, I’ll make it as loose as possible so that you can take it off yourself as soon as it’s safe. Okay?”

A grumble came from the wolf, but they allowed him to wrap the collar around their throat and buckle it. When it was in place, he rubbed the tag hanging from the collar between his thumb and forefinger to activate the spell.

And suddenly the wolf on the bed was clearly a dog. Still absolutely massive, but the shape of the snout and the curl of the dark fur changed until no one could possibly mistake the two, or at least no one who couldn’t see through a disguise spell. A fairly well-designed and clever one, if Marvin said so himself. Which he would have, if the others had given him a chance.

“Fantastic!” Jameson signed, stepping up to get a better look.

“Zhis is a wolfhound, is it not?” Dr. Schneeplestein asked, studying their large but wiry frame. “Does zhat not feel too on zhe nose?”

“The closer the disguise is to their real shape, the easier it is to fool people,” Marvin pointed out. “Any long-haired dog would probably be enough to pass if someone were to touch Y/N without thinking about it, but there aren’t a lot of dog breeds that come close to the right size. Even this is pushing it a bit, but it should be more than enough to get them from here to the house.”

The disguised wolf’s eyes moved, the dog appearance’s more expressive face more than showing their confusion at this conversation.

“As long as you have this collar on, you look like a regular dog,” Marvin explained. “Even if you don’t feel any different, it is working.”

Dr. Schneeplestein leaned toward Marvin and asked in a low voice, “Is it just me, or do zhey still smell like a wolf?”

The werewolf huffed as Marvin said, “Well, it’s not like anyone’s going to come up and sniff them, is it? Y/N, can you get down from the bed? And from there…”

Obediently, the werewolf jumped down from the bed, in the process just barely missing Jameson. Confirming Marvin’s sudden realization that getting them out to the car was going to be difficult, but without a beat Jameson patted the wolf on the shoulder and placed a hand on their collar to help lead them. It was a slow walk out the door and down the hall, with Schneeplestein waiting patiently to hold each door open while Jameson tried not to rush them or pull any more on the collar than he needed to help them keep walking straight, but Marvin had more than enough sense to not even breathe the word “leash” at this point.

Outside, the magician just barely caught a glimpse of red leaving the passenger side of the car parked in front of the building before Chase jumped out of the driver’s seat. After a meaningful look and a hush from the magician, Chase caught on that maybe he should wait to comment on their new appearance and instead opened the back door for them.

It took some reassuring and prodding from Jameson to get Y/N moving again, as the second they stepped out of the clinic they froze, the hair along their back rising as they sniffed the air. While Jameson patted their shaking back to reassure them, Marvin was sharply reminded of Chase standing nearby, barely able to stand still or contain his own nervous excitement.

And then he remembered back at the house, how they had sniffed the air the same way after being freed from the mirror. Their first breath of fresh air in who knew how long.

To his relief, they didn’t take off running this time, and while getting them into the car was an achingly slow process, it went better than he expected. It helped that the few pedestrians out after dark on a chilly night couldn’t be bothered to give them more than a passing glance from the other side of the street.

Once Jameson was in the back, Y/N lying draped over his lap and the rest of the seat, Marvin took the passenger seat while Chase brought up the convoluted route Jackie had already programmed into the car’s GPS. The magician ran his fingers over the ward he had installed himself in the car, making it nearly impossible to track, and looked up just in time to see the doctor giving them a thumbs-up from the doorway of the clinic. Behind him, Jameson returned the gesture and signed something which Marvin could not easily see from his angle but made the doctor laugh.

Dr. Schneeplestein waved as the car pulled away and went back inside, humming and hopeful that he would have enough time to enjoy a cup of coffee before the slightly more regular patients started to arrive.

Minutes later, just before the first appointment walked in the door, a beat-up old car parked across the street and dimmed its lights. Abe sighed and settled back into his seat, ready for the first in what he suspected would be a series of long, boring nights spent watching and waiting for anything interesting to happen. And still no clue what he was even expected to find here, if anything.

Just great.

((End of Part 7. Thanks for reading! Again, sorry that there’s going to be a delay in new parts. I like sticking to the one a day thing when I can, just because it gives me the extra motivation to keep going and finish the story, but barring some extremely productive writing sessions coming out of nowhere, I don’t think that’s going to happen. I promise, I do know where I want this story to go and I will finish it, in time.

Also, for anyone who’s curious, the spell makes the DA look like an Irish Wolfhound specifically, because they’re huge dogs and flipping adorable.

Edit: Story’s still going, and here’s a link to Part 8: Doctor’s Appointment.

Tagging: @silver-owl413 @skyewardlight @withjust-a-bite @blackaquokat @catgirlwarrior @neverisadork @luna1350 @oh-so-creepy @weirdfoxalley @95fangirl @lilalovesinternet-l @thepoolofthedead @a-bit-dapper @randomartdudette @geekymushroom @cactipresident @hotcocoachia @purple-anxiety-blog @shyinspiredartist @avispate @missksketch @autumnrambles @authorracheljoy))

#markiplier #jacksepticeye #fanfiction #werewolf au #wkm au #marvin the magnificent #dr schneeplestein #jackieboy man #wkm district attorney #jameson jackson #traces of silver #a breath of fresh air #a nice drive around the city #not a bad way to end the day

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justanotherloveaffair · 6 years

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Just Say Yes - Chapter 5 (Chadwick x Reader)

A Collaboration Fic between @justanotherloveaffair/ @captainsordersfic

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Summary: You and Chadwick relieve some tension on the basketball court. And then in the men’s locker room.

Warnings: SMUT

Word Count: 3,166

Chapter Author: @captainsordersfic

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Chadwick had eased your mind, but he could tell there was still some residual tension in you, some unspoken anticipation of the possibility of confrontation and judgment of others.

“Do you have any shorts or tights? Running shoes?” He asked you seemingly out of the blue.

“Yeah,” you answered, eyeing him quizzically.

“Get changed,” he commanded, offering no more detail than that.

“Okay,” you said hesitantly sliding down off the barstool at the island in the kitchenette, curious but not pushing for more.

You changed into more casual attire and Chadwick took your hand, leading you out of the hotel.

You eyed him with an amused smile as though saying, “you’re not going to tell me, are you?” He just smiled back at you with a glint in his eyes.

As you walked through the lobby, he seemed pre-occupied with his phone until you both reached the entrance of the hotel and were ushered into one of the ever-present awaiting cabs.

“Sudbury Indoor Community Centre,” Chadwick informed the driver once you were in the car, and the cab driver nodded obligingly.

You wondered what was there and how he knew about it. It was also late in the evening on a Sunday and you wondered if it would even be open.

In the cab on the way, you snuck glances at him periodically. He was quiet, but not at all tense and every second of the way, you felt on the verge of wanting to begin a dialogue with him about your relationship, and where, when and how it would continue after tonight.

You took comfort in his lack of urgency to discuss the matter. Despite your reservations about external forces in your relationship, you didn’t have any doubts about him and there were none that he seemed to harbour of you.

When you arrived at the community centre, Chadwick paid the driver and as you neared, you noticed it was closed.

“Oh shit, it’s not open,” you said peering up at Chadwick disappointedly, but instead of stopping and turning around, Chadwick pulled you along with him and made a right turn to skirt the building around to the back of it.

You rounded the corner to come to the back entrance and stopped as Chadwick rapped his knuckles against a corrugated garage style door before leaning towards it to listen for any stirring movement from beyond.

A moment later, a wooden door off to the right of the garage door swung open and a short, stout man in his late fifties poked his head out.

“What’s up,” Chadwick greeted making his way over as the man smiled brightly up at Chadwick and the two hugged warmly and exchanged pleasantries.

You hung back until Chadwick gestured towards you. “This is Y/N,” he introduced you and smiled as the man reached out to you.

“Hello Y/N,” he sang and you smiled and accepted his hand. “My name is Frank.”

“Hi Frank, nice to meet you,” you smiled and looked over your shoulder at Chadwick as Frank took the liberty of pulling you gently through the threshold.

Chadwick shrugged at you with a smile and followed closely behind you both.

“I’ll be leaving in just a few minutes, but Chadwick, you can just make sure that door is locked before you leave,” he instructed walking through a dark, narrow hallway that led to a gymnasium door.

He unlatched two large bolts and swung two metal double-doors open leading into a completely deserted basketball court.

“Lights are over there, just pull that lever up, equipment is in the locker over there, just make sure everything is put away before you leave, and don’t forget to turn those lights off,” Frank instructed.

“You won’t even know we were here. I appreciate you letting us use the court,” Chadwick smiled charmingly, holding out his hand for one last handshake which Frank accepted.

“No problem, have fun. Y/N, it was a pleasure to meet you.”

Both you and Chadwick watched Frank amble away and then Chadwick turned to you and rubbed his hands together.

“Come on,” he said walking backward right onto the court and you hesitated before following him as he cranked up the lever that engulfed the entire court in light. Next, he opened the locker and pulled out a basketball, dribbling his way onto the court with you close behind him.

“You ready to show me what you got on the court?” he asked, eyeing you intensely as he dribbled the ball from one hand to the other.

You smiled at him as though to imply that the joke was on him. “Gonna be a short show.”

“As long as it helps you work off some of that tension…” he said shrugging one shoulder.

You closed in about a foot away from where he was dribbling and licked your lips suggestively at him, your eyes narrowing seductively. “Not quite the tension reliever I had in mind.”

Chadwick froze mid-bounce just as you hoped he would and you took the opportunity to swipe at the ball, gathering it into your hands and dodging around to the right.

“Ohh! Is that how this is gonna go?” you heard him, hot on your heels as you felt his overwhelming presence close in on you from behind, his arms stretching defensively out to your left and right.

You got the sense that he let you make it all the way up to the ring and take a shot, but you were under no illusions about being able to compete with him, so you took what you could get, aiming for a shot and surprising yourself by actually sinking it.

“Oh shit! It actually went in,” you said laughing with delighted surprise as Chadwick chased the wayward ball and brought it back to centre court.

You took your defensive stance with your arms out in front of Chadwick as he leisurely dribbled the ball, keeping his eyes fixed on you. He advanced, and you shuffled backwards, making sure to stay close enough to intercept if the opportunity presented itself but not so close as to incur a foul.

You swiped at the ball, but he overhand passed it from one of his hands to the other to avoid you touching it. While you were dazzled by his simple handling skills, he broke to your left and easily passed you before executing a perfect, oh-so-easy layup that sunk without any hint of difficulty.

You arrived after Chadwick retrieved the ball and he passed it to you with a smug smile on his face. “Now we’re even.”

You caught the ball and gave him a look that said you knew he was humouring you. “I’ll enjoy it while it lasts.”

Back at centre court, you dribbled the ball and took advantage of the fact that Chadwick had forgotten to switch his direction to defend his own basket instead of yours. You were easily able to turn on your heel facing away from him and make a break.

With him hot on your heels, you made it to the goal ring and took another technically awkward shot. This time, the ball bounced off and away from the ring, but before your disappointment could register, Chadwick leapt for the rebound and started towards his side of the court with you laughing and lumbering clumsily behind him. Stopping short of the goal ring, Chadwick aimed up for the three-point shot and succeeded.

You tried everything you could think of to throw Chadwick off his game, but he so easily exposed every one of your weaknesses and racked up a demoralizing number of points against you.

Eventually, Chadwick began toying with you, kissing your forehead while you were aiming up for a shot, patting your ass as he trailed behind you, holding the ball up above your head where you couldn’t reach it and stealing kisses when you would try to leap for it.

Eventually, with no more pride left to lose, you resorted to drastic measures.

While Chadwick was dribbling at centre court, eyeing you with his usual cocky calmness, you took the hem of your t-shirt and lifted it up over your face exposing your breasts to him.

“Damn!” Chadwick exclaimed in shock and while he was distracted, you swiped for the ball, got it and made a break past him, running and dribbling until you made it to your goal ring.

You took the shot and got it, leaping victoriously with an exuberant exclamation before leaning over with your hands on your knees trying to catch your breath.

You only just noticed that you were sweaty and quickly becoming exhausted as Chadwick came to you looking comparatively comfortable.

“Nice play,” he said looking down at you with the ball between you.

“I thought you’d like that,” you panted, looking up at him with a smug smile.

“Now you’ve gone and put ideas in my head,” he said cocking his head to the side and you reached over to grab onto the front of his shirt and pull him to you for a kiss.

“Maybe that was the plan.”

“Maybe we’re done here,” he said wrapping one arm around the back of your shoulders while holding the basketball with the other.

“Maybe I don’t want to wait to get back to the hotel,” you said, closing your teeth down on his bottom lip and watched as his eyes closed.

You pulled it gently and then closed your lips around it sucking it a couple times before letting it free. Chadwick’s eyes opened slowly, and you felt his weight bearing against you, guiding you backwards while keeping his arm around your shoulders.

“You ever been in a men’s locker room before,” he asked you, his voice low and thick, making your extremities tingle at the suggestion.

“Nuh uh,” you breathed shaking your head as you let yourself be guided to the equipment locker.

Chadwick made quick work of replacing the basketball in the locker and shutting down the court lights before taking you by the hand and gesturing to the exit with his head. “Come on,” he said taking long impatient strides out of the court, down the hallway and towards the men’s locker/shower room.

“Wait here,” Chadwick instructed, and you waited while he double checked to make sure there was nobody in there. You knew the place was supposed to be empty but for what you were about to do, it would have benefited your piece of mind to be sure.

Chadwick reappeared a moment later, taking your hand and pulling you inside, shutting the door behind you and following him past the lockers out into the showers which smelled like bleach and grout.

Before he could tell you what he had planned, you toed off your sneakers and pulled off your socks, and Chadwick watched as you peeled off your shirt before springing to action and starting to undress himself. You were quickly naked, and Chadwick reached into one of the showers and turned it on. Steam began streaming out of the shower and you fixed Chadwick with a slow devious smile.

You closed the gap between you and placed your palms against his chest, guiding him with gentle force backwards until streams of water began cascading over his naked body.

“You ever have the home game hero and cheerleader fantasy?” You asked, sliding your body against his as his arms came around your waist and slid down to your ass.

“I am now,” he said, the hint of a smile playing on his lips as he watched you with a heavy-lidded gaze. He pressed his palms against the flesh of your butt, pulling you right up against him until you were completely fused together.

You smiled and licked your lips and reached up on your toes to pull him into a slow, sensual kiss. Almost immediately, his lips parted to meet with your tongue and down below, you felt the tickle of his cock beginning to press against the seam of your thighs.

You teased him with your mouth, licking, biting and sucking before pulling away and rubbing up and down his chest breathlessly.

“Do you think the rest of your team will hear if I get on my knees and suck your cock?”

Chadwick’s lips immediately turned upwards.

“It’s the least you deserve for such a good game,” you purred, letting your hand slide down to his stomach and over his pelvis until you were able to grasp his swelling shaft in your hand. You watched his face as his expressions changed, first closing his eyes as you stroked him and then licking his lips and meeting you with an intensely lustful stare.

“All I could think about while I was watching you on the court was what your cock would taste like in my mouth,” you said working your hand over his length until he was at full arousal, standing straight up and ready for you. “What if your coach finds us in here fooling around?”

Chadwick was biting back the smile of a man whose fantasy life was exploding right before him, but if he didn’t play it cool, then it would literally explode before things got good.

“I’s all good baby, I promise. Get down on your knees and I promise not to make a sound.”

It was all you needed to hear and with him readily playing along, you sunk down against the tiles and inched your face close to Chadwick’s perfect cock, large and rearing in the steam of the shower.

You glanced up at his face with a smile and put your finger to your lips, miming to him to keep quiet.

Chadwick pressed his lean body back against the shower wall and watched as you brought him to your mouth and closed your lips over the tip with a moan. His whole body responded, his breath immediately shallowing, his mouth dropping open and his hands coming to the sides of your head.

You slowly worked your tongue and lips over, up and down the length of him, sucking, kissing and licking in slowly languorous passes with your soft, wet, warm mouth. You moaned quietly and felt him guiding your head gently with his hands into a rhythm that he liked.

“Ah fuck, that’s right baby. Just like that,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with lust and restraint.

You watched him closely, never breaking eye contact even though sometimes, his eyes shut from the sheer amount of pleasure your mouth was administering to him. You began to see his breath hitching and his eyebrows furrowing, and you knew he was close was coming.

Before you could ready yourself for it, Chadwick took a fistful of your sodden hair from the back of your head and pulled you away from him.

“Stand up baby,” he instructed you, and you obeyed, rising to your feet.

Before you could steady yourself, you felt yourself get hoisted up into Chadwick’s arms, your back pressing into the shocking, cold tile on the other side of the shower cubicle.

You gasped and arched towards him, feeling him hoist you up so he could place his arms under the crook of your knees and spreading your legs with his arms.

Awed and shocked by his strength, you fixed your eyes on his and you pressed your hands onto his chest once more as he positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance and slowly began nudging in.

“Oh God, Oh fuck,” you groaned in anticipation.

You felt the pleasant slip between your folds, the tentative press into your entrance, the spreading to his girth and finally the feeling of slowly filling with the heat and hardness of his flesh.

“Oh my god,” you sighed closing your eyes and letting your neck loll until the back of your head was pressed against the tile. “Please Chadwick,” you begged closing your hands around the back of his neck, “Please, please, please.”

Knowing what you wanted, Chadwick began moving his hips thrusting shallow and slow, teasing you with movement but not giving you the full gloriousness of his sex. In this position, he was in full control and you could only hang in his arms and take what he was giving.

You ached to thrust forwards against him, but you would have little impact even if you could, so you resorted to begging. “More Chadwick, please give me more.”

Chadwick smiled and moaned, low and growly before obliging you with long, deep thrusts up against the wall.

“Oh fuck, yes!” you cried repositioning your hands to his shoulders where you could squeeze and claw and scratch.

Water slid over you both and Chadwick held you in the air while his drove his hips forwards with perfect rhythm, pressure and depth.

Pressing against you, Chadwick covered your mouth with his, absorbing your pleasured sounds and feeding you his own. The delicious contrast of his languid, rounded movement together with the solid steel of his body as water cascaded down his skin was everything and not a single worry or second thought for what lay ahead of you occurred to you as you felt the familiar climb towards ecstasy in his capable and reassuring hold.

“Don’t stop,” you whispered against his mouth, as a way to let him know you were close and taking his mouth again, whimpering into his greedy and searching kisses.

He thrust assuredly, and with each slide inside you keened closer to the edge. “Ah, Chadwick, oh god, oh god...”

“I’m with you, I’m right with you baby, come with me,” he said and through the white, stabbing heat of your climax you reserved just enough awareness to feel him seize under your hands, his body going rigid as sounds you could only assume came from the two of you in your mutual climax bounced back forth between the four small walls of the shower cubical. His voice ground out, guttural and harsh from the back of his throat while yours came out on the wings of your short, sharp breaths.

He kept thrusting, prolonging the moment, wringing every last twitch, every wave and drop of pleasure out of you until you were thoroughly and completely spent.

Once you had come back down to earth, Chadwick slowly lowered you back down onto your feet, holding you around the waist as a precaution against your unsteady legs. When he was sure you could stand, he straightened and brought his hands to either side of your face, smiling down at you, his eyes filled with warmth and satisfaction.

You held his forearms and returned his affectionate gaze and feeling the moment between you heavy and expectant like he was wanting to say something, but holding back or deciding how best to say it.

Finally, you watched as his bottom lip dropped open, poised to speak and your body drew still in anticipation.

“Y/N…”

“Yes,” you whispered, looking up into his eyes.

“Will you go to prom with me?”

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Allegiance (2)

Description: “Great. I’ll set up the appointment.”

Notes for update: Reuploaded series, not required

Warning: Sexual themes

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

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I didn’t know what to do after the two days had passed - I wasn’t just going to show up at his building and demand to see him. Despite the fact that this was morally wrong on so many levels, I needed the money more than I needed my dignity. If I did this, I wouldn’t have to sleep with random guys for money.

Luckily, I’d gotten ready for the day when I received a text from Baekhyun. He told me there was a driver outside of my apartment that was ready to take me to the building so he could hear my decision. I grabbed my purse before I headed out and got into an overly expensive car.

The driver didn’t say anything, he only started the engine and we were off. My heart was racing at this point, what was I doing? How would I explain this to anyone? Randomly moving in with the country’s largest business owner wasn’t something you could just bring into an everyday conversation.

The heels on my feet clicked against the hard flooring of the building as I walked through it, echoing around the room. I stopped at the front counter and the secretary there just nodded at me with a smile, gesturing to the all too familiar room.

I didn’t hesitate as I walked into his office. I sat across from him and faced his cold eyes for the first time in two days. It wasn’t different from the way he acted just about everywhere else - I was beginning to think he was just incapable of emotion. That was scary, even though it wouldn’t matter anyway.

For that short amount of time, his eyes lacked any emotion whatsoever as he stared into mine. The only break in his hardened facial structure was when his tongue darted out to wet his lips. I was the first to look away, his superiority easily making me intimidated.

“I’ve been waiting to hear your decision.” He said after clearing his throat. “I have high hopes.” His voice was monotone. I’m sure he does, I thought to myself, nearly rolling my eyes before I realized that he was right in front of me and he was offering to pay off my college debt.

“I’m sure you were.” I attempted to match his tone. “Before I tell you my answer, there’s a few things I would like to discuss.” His emotionless facade almost broke when the corner of his lip twitched up.

“I was expecting that. I take that as a good sign. Anyway, continue with your concerns.” He nodded towards me.

“Does this include future college debt too?”

“Everything. Every single penny will be taken care of. Even if this arrangement falls apart, I’ll still take care of it. And if you do accept my offer, when you’re in my house, all you have to do is ask for something and you can have it. If you haven’t noticed, money is the least of my worries.” He scooted his chair closer to the desk so he could grab a pen and a piece of paper. He started writing on it. “Let me illustrate for you how much money I make every day.”

“Baekhyun -” I started until I saw the amounts of zeroes behind the original number he wrote down. My jaw dropped, unable to hide the shock. This time when he looked at me, the smirk did form on his lips.

“So, if you accept this offer, you can have whatever you want, quite literally. You want to visit another country? Done. You want a car? Done. Any make or model you could ever dream about - multiple, even, if that’s what you’d like.” Oh, this was bad. This was absolutely, horrifyingly bad. I didn’t want to use this man for his money, but in a way it was...compensation. For all the wonderful and extravagant dates I would be going on. This was against my morals on so many levels.

“I’ll do it.” I told him.

“Perfect.” I’d never seen him smile before this. He stood up, grabbing his jacket from where it was placed on the back of his chair. “Let’s go.”

“Wait, where are we going?” I asked, standing up hesitantly.

“We’re going shopping. If you’re going to be in a relationship with a wealthy business man, we’re scrapping everything and you’re getting new things.” He said. “Right now we’ll worry about the clothing. I think your legs will look good in dresses.” He scanned my body. “Mhm, skirts too.” I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing would come out. So, instead, I walked after him.

“I-isn’t this a bit much?” I asked.

“Sweetheart,” He stopped with his hand on the door handle, turning to look at me. “It’s never too much. We’ve gone over this.” He wrapped his arm around my waist and we walked out of his office building.

“Baekhyun -”

“This is where we start acting like a couple.” He whispered in my ear. “We have to fool everyone.” I nodded slowly, feeling myself follow him up to the counter.

“Hello, Mr. Byun! Are you going somewhere?” The secretary beamed.

“Yes, and I don’t think I’ll be back for my meeting later. If you can’t push it back, just cancel it.” He smiled at her. She nodded obediently and turned to her computer and began typing. The same driver was waiting outside of the building. Baekhyun opened the door for me and I got in the car, immediately sliding down.

It was nerve wracking, I was never in this social status or around anyone who was. Baekhyun whispered something in the driver’s ear and he nodded, starting the car and when Baekhyun buckled his seatbelt, he began to drive off.

“Don’t worry about Yixing. He’s trustworthy, the only one who both of us could trust with anything. He’s an old friend of mine as well.” He patted Yixing’s shoulder. It didn’t take long for us to arrive at our destination and when I saw what it was, I almost had a heart attack. This man was truly crazy. He would have to spend hundreds of dollars on a single piece of clothing here.

He got out of the car first before moving to my side and opening the door for me. He looped our arms together and I was almost shocked at the sudden act. We walked in the store and I had to stop my jaw from dropping. It was huge, however nobody was in there. The clothing on the racks and lining the walls was all beautiful, expensive, but beautiful.

He saw the timid look in my eyes and he laughed. He laughed. His laugh was something I never heard before but holy hell, did I wish I would hear it more. The man who was working walked up to us, bowing in respect.

I let Baekhyun pick out the things he wanted me to try on. Most of it was dresses and skirts, but there were thankfully pants as well. It wasn’t that I despised dresses, but I just didn’t want to wear them all the time.

He insisted that I tried on everything he picked out. The colors varied from black to even some shades of yellow. He even picked out shoes. He was really going all out for this. It made my heart hurt when I looked at the price tags on the clothes, but he didn’t even bat an eye.

The first dress I tried on was a black one. I looked in the mirror and I couldn’t help how much I really did like it. I couldn’t believe that this was actually happening to me, that he was actually willing to buy these things for me, just for doing a simple favor for him. I walked out of the changing room to show him what it looked like and when I did he smiled. He nodded as well.

“I like that one. The color suits you well. Try on the blue one next.” He told me. I nodded and walked back into the changing room. I must’ve tried on at least a hundred different items, which he complimented each one in a different way.

He ended up buying them all as well. I couldn’t even look at the number as the man rang up the clothes. Baekhyun laughed at my timidness and shook his head. His laugh was something I could really get used to. He pulled his wallet out of his pocket and actually paid in cash.

“Thank you.” I whispered in his ear. He squeezed my arm in acknowledgement. I almost didn’t want to go back into the real world - this one where Baekhyun laughed and smiled was my favorite. There was way too many bags, he helped me carry them to the car. I felt extremely guilty, he’d probably just spent thousands of dollars on clothes.

“We’ll put this stuff in your room, then we can go get anything you want from your apartment.” Baekhyun informed me.

It didn’t take long for us to get to Baekhyun’s house that was way too large for one person to live in. The room he had designated for me was painted with light blue paint, the large bed in the middle similar to his own, except the sheets matched the walls. I looked around the room, the dressers looked almost as if they were made of white marble, lined with gold. It was beautiful.

“After you’ve gotten settled, there’s something else we need to talk about.” He told me. Here comes the businessman side of him once again. It was almost disappointing, but I knew that was what this relationship was - business.

I nodded and he walked out, leaving me to explore the wonders of the room. The closet was huge and not even the plethora of dresses and shoes was enough to fill it. I walked out of the closet and out of the room as well, going to find Baekhyun.

It wasn’t hard, he was sitting in the kitchen, probably waiting for me. He saw me walk in and he gestured to the chair in beside him. I sat, automatically feeling the sense of his superiority come back. The smiles and the laughs were merely an act for the public - I’d have to come to terms with that.

“What did you want to talk about?” I asked, not looking at him.

“Don’t look like that, it’s not bad.” He replied. “You seem like you regret your decision.”

“No, I don’t.” I shook my head. “I just don’t like the acting part. When we’re alone, you don’t laugh or anything and it’s just...strange.” I shrugged. “I don’t want to be...just a business deal.”

“Trust me, sweetheart, if you were just a business deal you wouldn’t be here right now.” He told me. “You’re a friend that I’m helping out and in return, you’re helping me as well.” I narrowed my eyes and nodded.

“A friend that you’ve paid for sex.”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” He cleared his throat. “You don’t have to keep having sex with me if that’s not what you want. You don’t have to say yes just because I buy you things. But, on the chance that you do want to, there’s things we need to discuss.”

“What kinds of things?” I raised my eyebrow at him.

“I don’t like condoms.” He said bluntly. “Therefore if we continue having sex, we’ll have to set up a different form of contraception.”

“You want me to take birth control?”

“Of course, you don’t have to if you don’t want to...but then we wouldn’t have sex.” He wet his lips with his tongue. “But if you haven’t realized, I’m...very attracted to you.”

“I’ll do it.” I said for the second time today.

“Great.” He smiled. “I’ll set up the appointment.”

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