#couldn’t they all have just kissed an made up come on you fucking cowards

[littleoceanbabe]

no you know what? i’m also beyond pissed they went the “she has to chose between two guys” route. i’m alright with keeley not ending up with either of them but did they really have to regress roy and jamie’s arcs like that? to the point where they got into a physical fight over a woman after they had this heart-to-heart about how grateful they were for each other and how proud roy was of jamie and his growth?

i just found that part profoundly stupid and out of character for the both of them. why make keeley choose at all. what’s the point.

#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #roy kent #jamie tartt #keeley jones #roy x keeley #roy x jamie #jamie x keeley #roy x keeley x jamie #it was just #aaaaarrrrrrgh so frustrating that they went down that path #couldn’t they all have just kissed an made up come on you fucking cowards #i support the writers strike but i don’t support the choices they made w this last ep lmao

[sh1-n0bu]

yall this is my first time requesting something from someone so im a bit nervous but

imagine overstimulating venti until he cries 🤭

also can i be 🌊 anon ? PLEASE tell me if anything i asked made you uncomfortable!!

♡︎ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙙’𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 ♡︎

characters: sub!venti x nb!dom!reader

warnings: overstimulation, size kink, dacryphillia, reader’s genitals/pronouns are never mentioned so the cock can be interpreted as a strap on

notes: of course you can be 🌊anon! and yes, i’m slowly coming back to life. man author’s block is hard to beat. also, if this get’s flagged by tumblr when i wake up tmrw, i’ll delete it and post it again so don’t get too scared if it’s suddenly gone bbies

venti, or better yet known as barbatos to his people, was never really much of an archon.

he never plays by the rules, governs over his people nor even tries to abide by celestia’s rules. often, the wind spirit simply prefers to lay back and watch as his people takes care of any problems. they’re strong after all, his children always has been. of course, the windborn bard slurs out words of being the anemo archon in his drunk dazed self but no one ever takes it seriously.

and another thing was that, venti never worships the celestia. the floating island in the sky is full of nothing but liars, manipulators and cowards. besides… why would he worship those pathetic things when you’re right here?

why kneel before them when he can kneel before you?

why worship those who spat venom everytime they open their mouth when ballads and praises, songs of life flow from yours?

why chase after meaningless praises when your words sting like the strongest alcohol, burning his throat, making his eyes water as he becomes more and more addicted to you?

that’s exactly why the anemo archon prefers to worship you instead. when you braid his hair and comb out the knots as he nuzzles against your form, dazed and sleepy.

when you’re there to console him, help him through his darkest days when those wretches of celestia has done nothing.

when you’re kissing away the tears that spill from his eyes, shushing his slurred speeches and sobs of pleasure as you continue to ram into that one spot inside him, making him shriek and spill over his stomach again and again.

the windborn bard could worship you for eternity.

spilling another load into his stomach, the god in your arms spasms and twitches as his legs weakly wrap around your waist to at least try and calm the twitching of his small body.

dear stars above, you felt so big he could almost feel your tip in his stomach in his sex drunken haze. slurred whines of what seems to be your name flowing out of his mouth as he tries to keep his last threads of sanity together but how can he do so when he can just feel your previous loads slipping out of his rim and down to the sheets.

it all felt so hot, the room was so hot, everything was spinning. the warmth of your cum seeping out of his hole, the slight bulge in his stomach, the feeling of your finger wiggling in next to his already stuffed hole and pushing the cum back inside while your cock stays in — venti lets out a weak sound.

“look at you, little bird. you’re leaking out my cum that i worked so hard to put in you. can’t have my hard work being spent, right?” you coo out teasingly, a grin bit too sadistic tugging on your lips as venti writhes under you when you add in another finger. stars above, were you trying to break him?

venti couldn’t respond. he couldn’t even fully understand and register your words. brain too fried from the previous rounds of your just absolutely handling his small body around, pinching, teasing, smacking, leaving marks and hickeys but he loved it all.

as a response, the bard only weakly bucks his hips back into your strap again seemingly wanting more. my, what an insatiable little bird.

throwing his leg over your shoulder, you take out your fingers from his hole and squeeze his tiny waist once in a warning before fucking back into him again. small whines, weak noises and slurred whorish moans spill out from under you, the anemo archon far too fucked stupid to even try to properly say your name anymore.

making a grabby motion with his hands — a silent ask to hold you close while you fuck him full of your cum again — you decide to be nice and lean down, the absolutely filthy wet noises of your cock easily entering him causing venti to dig his blunt nails into your back, pulling you closer to himself.

feeling another orgasm building up embarrassingly quickly, the archon chases after your lips with weak whines, a sob following as you deny him of a proper kiss. instead teasing him by kissing his soft cheek. he didn’t even realize he was crying.

but soon those soft and weak whimpers and slurred words turn into a sharp scream as he feels himself cumming into both of your stomachs again, a sob of your name following along as you chase your high, getting more frantic with your movements.

the archon feels himself getting filled up again when your hips stutter, causing the short man under you to whimper a quiet “[n-nameee…❤︎︎]” in your ears.

after having caught your breath, you pull away from him slightly. pushing his hair away from his face, you couldn’t help but laugh as you wipe away his tears. but that laugh is cut off short as the archon bucks his hips against yours again, a cheeky grin pulling on his lips.

#nobu.writes #sub genshin impact #sub genshin #sub!genshin impact #sub!genshin #sub venti #sub!venti #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader smut #genshin x reader smut #genshin smut #venti x reader smut #venti smut #🌊 anon #new anon!!! #gender neutral reader

[koqabear]

Take It!

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Summary:

Choi Beomgyu was rich, spoiled, and couldn’t take no for an answer. Kang Taehyun, however, was the exact opposite. So, what’s one to do when both take an interest in you? It seems like you’ve become the new subject of their rivalry, and neither will accept a loss. 

chaebol!Beomgyu,chaebol!Taehyun! x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, angst(questionable), smut

word count: 22K

warnings: mc wears glasses, beomgyu is fucking mean, mc is shy/ easily flustered, constant teasing, and cockblocking, bg thinking with his dick half the time, mc is a coward, mentions food/alcohol

smut warnings: dub-con (in one scene), exhibitionism, fingering, bg is a perv, a ton of kissing, soft dom!tae, hard dom!gyu, sub!mc, threesome, oral, (f&m receiving) handjobs, raw sex, manhandling, multiple orgasms, degradation, praise, mouth fucking, hair pulling, dacryphilia, dumbification, creampie(s), sloppy seconds, overstimulation, marking, aftercare

(lemme know if I should add anything !) 

Notes: i don’t know why I’m doubting this fic so much— but the thought of rich taegyu literally plagued my mind.. this was originally supposed to be really short, then I found myself staying up late to write more scenes. Anyways, feedback is always appreciated, I hope you guys enjoy !! <3

In your campus, three mysteries swarmed the minds of those who attended. 

One— what was in the library’s closed off area that made it so heavily protected? Two— did the economics and the psychology professor really hook up due to one’s messy divorce? 

And lastly, what were Beomgyu’s true intentions with you? 

Beomgyu was a young chaebol who was currently studying in preparation to take over his father’s company one day; the said company being shared with his longtime best friend. While he may have insisted that he couldn’t care less about taking over for his father, but the fiery glint in his eyes that appeared at the mention of the other potential candidate said otherwise. 

He was young, attractive, born into wealth, and had his whole life planned ahead of him; he was the whole package. So, naturally, Beomgyu often found himself in the spotlight, whether that be because of new rumors that spread, or because of something outrageous he had done. 

Which is exactly why he wasn’t fazed when people started calling you Beomgyu’s new plaything. 

“Come over tonight,” Beomgyu said, voice monotone, bored even, as he wrote down notes from a website that you showed him earlier. 

You looked up, eyes wide as you looked around frantically, already spotting a few of Beomgyu’s fans gossiping amongst themselves, just a few tables away from where you sat. He watched you, eyes scanning as you flushed with embarrassment at his request, pushing back your glasses as you tried to hide the way his words clearly affected you.

It was so interesting, the strange arrangement you two had— granted, it was simply because of a project that you were stuck doing together, but it still managed to pique the interest of Beomgyu’s potential suitors once they realized that Beomgyu hadn’t simply divided the work in half and left you on your own. 

You were— well, you. So quiet and reserved that sometimes, some classes would forget that you were there at all. You kept to yourself yet were so sweet and went out of your way to help others— you had the reputation of an angel. 

And Beomgyu, he couldn’t be farther away from that image even if he tried. He was reckless, always found at parties with a new eye-candy hanging from his arm, despite the warnings and scoldings of his father to not ruin his reputation. He was ruthless and apathetic, never making any deep connections no matter how hard others tried, and he wasn’t exactly above paying others to get his way either. 

So, it couldn’t have been more shocking to others once they realized that Beomgyu was hanging around you more than usual— much to your dismay. 

Because as you would make your way to classes, there would be times when you would run into Beomgyu— and he would greet you. The unnecessary attention was driving you mad. You weren’t oblivious to the whispers that would follow your every interaction; he’s using her, they’re probably only doing this to get his fangirls off his back, they’re probably hooking up. 

Those particular rumors would never fail to make your heart stop with stress for a second. Hooking up? With Beomgyu? Never! You barely had time to yourself anymore, and any type of messy relationship like that would only get in the way of your studies. And the last thing you needed was to slip up, leaving you to say goodbye to the very scholarship that landed you a spot in the university in the first place.

You knew you were being a prude; mostly because your friends always told you. Wow, you seriously haven’t found anyone? When was the last time you got laid? They would tease you endlessly for your absolute lack of experience in anything, blaming your lack of game for the cause of not having any prior experiences of past relationships to lean back on.

“No, middle school relationships don’t count. You guys couldn’t even hold hands without breaking into a sweat— and we don’t talk about your first kiss,” Chaeyoung would say, her teasing absolutely ruthless even as you begged her to stop. Taehyung would only laugh along, acting as though the ten years of friendship under your belts meant nothing to him. 

“What? Why?” You said, voice brisk as you snapped out of your trailing thoughts, eyes lowering back to your laptop screen as you realized Beomgyu had been waiting for a response, eyes sharp and narrowed as he stared you down. 

“The project,” he drawled out, as though you weren’t capable of following along. Honestly, it’s more of a mystery to you as to why people think the two of you might be something; have they not seen the way he talks down to you?

Inhaling slowly, you close your eyes for a moment, biting at your lip to keep yourself from saying anything— you don’t want to start anything at the library, you already learned your lesson the last time you tried to snap back a witty remark. 

“I won’t have time to meet at all next week, so I want to get as much work over with now,” he explained, uncaring of the way his voice was a little too loud for a library. But you secretly appreciated it nevertheless, knowing that the table a few ways from yours was tuned into his every word. 

“You won’t? Why not?” You really couldn’t help the way you prodded into his life, but, as your friends always say, “the worst thing about you is that you never realize when you’re being nosy.” 

And, as expected, he gave you a sharp look, your curiosity withering as you realized you were probably overstepping some kind of line with him once more. Ducking your head behind the safety of your laptop screen, you clear your throat awkwardly, attempting to find something to write down in order to distract yourself from his eyes that were seemingly locked on you like a target. 

“Be there by five pm. Don’t keep me waiting, either.” He said, leaving you to gape at him as you looked up from your screen, only to see him standing, ready to leave as he spared you one last look.

“What— you can’t be serious—“ but no, he definitely was. At least, that’s what the look in his eyes said, shutting you up with ease as he turned around, leaving you without another word. 

Choi Beomgyu himself could count as your university's fourth mystery.

☆♡☆

“I can’t believe you. You’re weak!” Taehyung said, disbelief spread across his face as he watched you pick out an outfit, laying on top of the piles of clothes that you had rejected. “But also, send me pictures of his house.” 

Shaking your head, you threw aside the shirt you were debating, landing on Taehyung’s head and successfully cutting off his running imagination. 

“Shut up, you know how he is,” you say weakly, turning around and grabbing the top that Taehyung suggested, “He’s so… I don’t know… persuasive?” 

“Threatening,” he corrects, shaking his head at the outfit, rummaging through your closet as he looked for something else for you to wear, his voice muffled. “He has money, he has power, he can’t stand it when he doesn’t get his way.”

Turning around, he handed you his next choice, shoving it in your hands the moment you gave him a doubtful look. 

“He’s insufferable, that’s what he is,” urging you to put the outfit on, he sat at the edge of your bed, already eyeing your shoe rack for options, “I hate the way he commands you around just because— because—“

“Just because he could buy our whole existence,” you sigh, adjusting the skirt that Taehyung decided to dress you in. It was a very feminine outfit, and you could already feel the anxiety building up at the thought of Beomgyu or his family (hell, even his maids— if he had any… who were you kidding, of course he did.) seeing you in such an outfit. Honestly, you had probably read the text he sent you about a million times now, his address memorized by now (regrettably) and the possibilities of “dress appropriately” already giving you the first three breakdowns of the day.

Dress appropriately? What do you mean? You had messaged him, albeit only because Taehyung had been sick of hearing you freak out and had been the one to force you to message him that.

Context clues. Was the only thing that he had replied.

You could have sworn that Taehyung was about to go with you to personally tear him a new one. 

“I mean, true,” Taehyung said, frowning at your words, “But that doesn’t mean that he can still act like an entitled bitch.” Checking his phone for the time, he put the cute platform shoes that he had been eyeing the whole time in one hand, putting the jewelry and accessories that he had chosen in your other hand. 

“Rich people,” he said condescendingly, patting your shoulders in reassurance as he led you to the entrance of your shared apartment. 

“Rich people,” you agreed, slipping your shoes on before giving him a goodbye hug. “Clean my room for me?”

“Only if you tell me what cologne he uses.”

Scrunching up your face, you give him a judgemental look, only for him to shrug you off defensively.

“What? The guy knows his fragrances, alright?” He says, watching fondly as you laugh at his idiocy. “But I’ll also do it if you keep a lookout for any cute guys.”

Nodding, you slip on your jacket, opening the door, only to look back to him once more. “It’s a deal.”

Closing the door, you hear him yell one last “good luck!” The words sticking to you as you put down Beomgyu’s address into the GPS, only to gawk at the time it would take to get there. 

Luck would definitely be needed. 

☆♡☆

Aweing at the enormous gates before you, you realize that you could probably get away with asking for compensation on gas. 

Because holy shit, why would anyone need this much space? Or rooms? And is there such a thing as too many windows? Because as you walk to the entrance after being permitted to come inside, the valet (valet!!) taking your car for you, you can’t help but be floored at the fact that you could practically see into their whole house.

What is it with rich people and light fixtures, you wonder, unable to take your eyes off from the ceiling that’s decorated with what could possibly be the world’s most intricate chandelier, unaware of the fact that you’re literally staring into their home right now— but hey, not your fault. 

You wonder how their doorbell works. It was a bit of a ridiculous thought, but you couldn’t help but let your thoughts wonder on how a doorbell could possibly alert a house of this size of their guest. But thoughts such as those would be saved for another day, because as you continue to stare shamelessly into the entrance windows, you can see a figure coming down the stairs. 

Must be Beomgyu, you think, shifting side to side as you become self conscious about your outfit once more, the cool fall air nipping at your skin as you wonder what he might show up in. Finally tearing your eyes away from their windows, you find yourself regressing as your eyes find themselves glued to the floor, much too nervous to be able to accept any cold comments from him at the moment. 

“___? You’re here,” You watch the way the light from inside illuminates the rest of the porch, one of the double doors opening to reveal the owner of the voice. But as you look up, confused as to who it might be, you find yourself feeling more self conscious as the man before you stares at you questioningly. 

Kang Taehyun, you realize with horror, is dressed in comfortable sweatpants and a loose white shirt, his blonde hair messy and unstyled, while you stand at the doorway dressed to impress. You’ve heard of the fact that the two families practically raised the two boys side by side, but you hadn’t expected to actually see him, much less in such a casual outfit.

How casual was this supposed to be?

“I’m… just here to work on a project with Beomgyu,” you explain, eyes downcast as you try to hide your embarrassment. Were you overdressed? Did he think you were trying too hard? What if he got the wrong idea about you and Beomgyu?

“Ah, right,” He said quietly, running a hand through his hair, a moment passing as you shuffled awkwardly outside. Eyes widening in realization, he steps aside, gesturing for you to come inside frantically. 

“Come in, come in, you must be cold,” he says, ushering you inside before closing the door, locking out the cool wind that was picking up. Taking off your shoes, you accept the guest slippers he hands you gratefully— woah, are these brand new? “Can I get you anything? Something to drink, anything?”

You couldn’t help but smile at the difference in the behavior— Taehyun, you heard, wasn’t anything like your stereotypical, cruel and uncaring rich man— like Beomgyu. He always tried to keep a humble attitude, his kind and patient behavior just another reminder of their differences. 

“No, I’m alright, thank yo—“

“Taehyun, if you’re done flirting with my guest, I’d like to get some work done.” You didn’t even need a second to think of who that could be, his cold voice and colder presence almost bringing down the room temperature by a couple degrees. 

Turning to the huge stairway you had been observing from the outside, you couldn’t help but feel a slight relief as you watched Beomgyu come down in his usual, sleek attire, his cold eyes taking a moment to observe you. 

“Interesting,” he mutters, stopping at the bottom of the staircase, raising a brow questioningly as a moment passes by, watching your tense behavior with amusement. 

“Well? Are you coming?” You can’t help but flinch at the realization that you’ve been standing at the entrance awkwardly, and with one last smile sent to Taehyun, you follow him up the stairs, holding back a remark on how you couldn’t just prance around his home without his permission; unfortunately, you were his guest. 

You almost feel as though Beomgyu is trying to get you lost on purpose, because as you follow him around the endless hallways and corridors, you can’t help but feel like this house is more of a maze. Eventually, you’re led into a room, left in confusion as you take it in. 

“My study,” he says, as though having a personal study is a basic necessity. You look at him, and it’s almost as though he can hear your thoughts, taking one look at your face before he scoffs, amused almost, as he gestures for you to take a seat. 

“What, did you expect to be taken to my bedroom?” He asks, voice low and teasing as he watches you become flustered once more, your reactions much too entertaining for him as he watches you fumble for your laptop. Shaking your head, you remain silent as you open up your shared document, ready to continue your research. 

But you can’t help but shift uncomfortably as time passes, unable to get rid of the feeling of Beomgyu’s eyes on you from time to time. His stare is just so intense and obvious, and you can’t help but fret and wonder if he was staring at you in a good way or a bad way.

“___. Come here.” He says, eyes already on you as you startle, looking up at him to see what he wants. You hum, raising a brow expectantly as you wait for him to elaborate. But, as impatient as he is, he simply rolls his eyes, standing up abruptly as he rounds his desk over to you, planting his laptop beside yours as he shows you his screen.

“I found a good website that could help our research,” he says, towering over you as he scrolls slowly, showing you the contents of the page. Placing a hand on the back of your chair, you try to ignore the feeling of him completely encasing you. You also try to ignore the deep purr of his voice, his quiet words only making you feel more nervous— was this too intimate?

And damn, Taehyung was right— he smelled like heaven. 

“___.” You’re snapped out of your wandering thoughts as you look up at Beomgyu, heart beating roughly against your chest as you take in the way his bangs fall over his eyes, long hair tied up in a half up half down, his eyes narrowed and looking down at you in a way that only made you even more anxious. 

He leans down, and you can’t help but lean back against your chair, the feeling of his hand on your back only startling you further— being this close to Beomgyu was only making you short circuit. Averting your eyes, you tried to ignore how close his face was to yours, how, if you wanted to, you could probably lean in and connect your lips with his.

“You’re not listening,” he mumbles, watching as you continue to entertain him with the way you try to keep yourself together, shoulders curled up around you as you try to make yourself smaller, “Are you?” 

“I am…!” You breathe out, flustered at the way he’s looking at you; it’s mocking, condescending almost, but wow… you simply can’t help but be drawn to him. 

“You are?” He echoes, voice mockingly sweet as the hand that was pressed behind you slowly begins to move, traveling across your back, sending shivers down your body as it retracts over your shoulder, slowly making its way up until he’s got you in his hands, tilting your chin up softly, his face filled with amusement as you try to not die of embarrassment.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” he says, and damn, was it just you or was he getting closer? Or, were you getting closer? 

“If I didn’t know any better, I would say you were thinking about someone else,” he whispers, voice so soft that if you hadn’t been hooked onto his every word, you would have missed it. It was too much, his breath fanning against your face, the deep rise and fall of your bodies, the way that if he got any closer, you would finally be able to get a taste of him. 

You fall silent, unsure of what to do. What if he was messing with you? The thought occurred to you abruptly, body flushing with heat as you remembered the amount of times he would get a new girl just to dump her after he got his fill; and you refused to be next. 

But before you could pull away, a knock rang throughout the room, Beomgyu pulling away from you so smoothly that he seemed to be the only one unaffected, his cool composure drastically different from your own. 

You almost kissed Choi Beomgyu. 

That thought alone was enough to keep you silent, trying your best to keep it together as the door opened, revealing the one person Beomgyu wanted to see last. 

“Come down for dinner,” Taehyun said, voice so cold and uncaring, the contrast of when he had spoken to you making you perk up curiously. You look at him, seeing that he has now changed into something more proper, the tension between the two not left unnoticed by you. You glance at Beomgyu, shivering at the cold expression that had overtaken his features. Briefly, he glances at you, having felt your stare, and you can’t help but become embarrassed that you got caught.

“___. Stay for dinner, will you?” Your eyes widened at Beomgyu’s request, Taehyun’s expression matching yours as the two shifted their attention on you, watching as you tried to formulate a response. 

“I couldn’t, I wouldn’t want to intrude,” you say softly, looking down as the feeling of their gaze becomes way too much for you. Honestly, you’re surprised someone as sweet as Taehyun could pull this off; he had that cold chaebol stare locked down. 

“Nonsense,” Beomgyu says, and you try your best to not let your jaw drop at his words, “You’re our guest. Let us treat you as such.”

It was borderline scary to hear Beomgyu sound so hospitable, so you knew better to refuse his offer as your eyes met his again, his brow raising as he waited for your answer. 

“Oh… alright,” you mutter, trying to not flinch at the way he suddenly grabs your hand, pulling you up and linking his arm with yours, leading you to his doorway where Taehyun stands, taking one moment to look at his eyes before he scoffs, heading to the dining room on his own.

“Excellent. Let’s go.” You try to keep your gaze away from Beomgyu, taking this time to look around the endless hallways and rooms once more. Taehyun is a few steps ahead of you, allowing you to take in his tall and broad frame. You let out a soft sound of surprise as Beomgyu pulls you in closer, and you look up at him questioningly, only to see that his eyes have never strayed from the path ahead of him.

What was Beomgyu plotting?

☆♡☆

The dinner table was much too big. 

It was a long, rectangular table, and though there were more than enough chairs on each side, only seven of them were currently occupied, Beomgyu and Taehyun’s parents taking four on one end, with you sitting on the other, Beomgyu making you sit next to him, not accepting any excuse you might have prepared. Much to his dismay, Taehyun had sat down across from you two.

You expected the dinner to be tense and for Beomgyu’s parents to be irritated that someone who wasn’t of high status was currently in their home, but you were surprised to find yourself talking to the adults for half the time. You spoke of your major, of your family, and of your plans for the future. 

“So you aren’t with Beomgyu, honey?” Taehyun’s mother had asked, catching all three of you off guard as you smiled awkwardly, ignoring the looks that the two sons were throwing at their parents. 

“Mom, you can’t just ask that—“ Taehyun said, embarrassed at the straightforwardness of his mother. Shaking your head, you laughed, reassuring the man across from you. 

“It’s alright,” you reassured, looking back to the other end of the table as you met Mrs. Kang’s kind eyes— she clearly didn’t mean anything by it. “We’re not together, I just came to work on a project with him.”

She nodded, letting out a small “ah,” at your words, eyeing Beomgyu with a teasing glint as she continued. “It’s just, this is the first time I’ve seen him invite a girl to stay for dinner— usually they don’t stay for long.”

“Oh please, you’ll scare her off,” Beomgyu’s mother said, the two women laughing as they continued to poke fun at the situation, seemingly aware of Beomgyu’s reputation.

You could tell that she saw something you didn’t, because as Beomgyu cleared his throat, shifting in his seat as you looked at him curiously, you couldn’t help but notice the hesitation in his response. 

“That’s because there’s nothing going on. She’s a guest, nothing more.” He says, taking a drink of water to deflect your burning stare. 

“Hmm, alright. Honey, how was work today?” Mrs. Kang was quick to drop the subject, turning instead to the man seated next to her, the quiet man that had yet to say anything other than the greeting he said when he first saw you opening up immediately, turning to her as well as they shared the details of their day. 

Although the conversation was cut off suddenly, you couldn’t bring it in yourself to care as the two couples conversed and told the others about their day, talking and joking carelessly as if they were teenagers. It took a brief moment before you realized what they were actually doing— they were giving the three of you space to talk privately.

But you didn’t talk. You couldn’t find it in yourself to utter a single word as you felt the unspoken tension between the two men return. Beomgyu wouldn’t bother keeping up an interesting conversation with you, and you were highly doubtful that Taehyun was very talkative himself. 

So you remained silent instead, looking down at your plate with boredom as you began to think of things to tweak on your project instead. 

Just as you were about to share an idea with Beomgyu, you stopped mid bite as the feeling of Beomgyu’s hand brushing against the skin of your thighs, immediately looking at him, only to see him continue to eat, unaware of your burning stare. 

“___, where do you work?” You were caught off guard by Taehyun’s sudden question, forgetting about Beomgyu’s lingering touch as you finally allowed yourself to participate in a new conversation. 

“Ah, I work at Jin’s, the diner just a couple blocks from the campus,” you said, watching as his eyes lit up, the gracious demeanor that had greeted you at the entrance returning once more. 

“That makes sense! My friends and I go there all the time, I thought I recognized you from somewhere,” he says, before adding in, “that, and the fact that we also have a class together.” 

You nodded, sending him a smile as you asked, “yeah, how’s your project going so far?”

Listening to him go on about how useless his partner was, you laugh along to his story and can’t help but get enraptured by his charisma. He’s so easy to talk to, unlike the black hole of happiness that sat beside you, quiet as ever as he continued to eat. You surprised yourself with how easily you got along with Taehyun, before remembering that he hadn’t let his status and power go to his head, allowing him to be more approachable.

It was almost as Beomgyu wasn’t even there— almost. Because as Taehyun told you about his thoughts on the campus mysteries— apparently, there was more to the second mystery than you thought— you couldn’t help but pause as the fluttering touch on the hem of your skirt returned.

Heart pounding, you look beside you to find Beomgyu already staring back, his fingers toying with the hem of your skirt, his eyes dark and challenging as you quickly looked away, glancing back at the other end of the table in embarrassment— only to find them talking cheerfully, their conversation so closed off that you wondered if they forgot you were here as well. 

Looking back at Taehyun, you nod at his story, laughing along as you place a shaking hand over Beomgyu’s in a weak attempt to stop him, which only makes his touch on your skin more prominent as you press his hand down. 

You were practically shaking. What was wrong with you! His whole family— and Taehyun’s— was right here, yet… you were hesitating to pull his hand off of you. 

He raised a brow, looking at you curiously as he waited for your next move. Slowly, his fingertips traced lines along your skin, the slight pressure of his nails leaving you a flustered mess. 

You gulped— what was he thinking? There was no way he would go any further, right? Plus, as much as you hated to admit, his touch was slowly becoming more and more welcomed. Yet, just as you were about to gather the courage to pull his hand away, you knock your glass of water over, letting out a small gasp as the water spills over your lap. 

“Oh no, I’m so sorry!” You say, reaching for a napkin and immediately going to wipe down the table. Taehyun only reassures you, his kind smile and soft voice managing to calm you down, the embarrassment of your actions leaving you to frantically clean up your area. 

“Tsk. What a mess.” The used napkins are left beside you in a sulking pile, and you can’t help but tense at the reminder that the water had spilled all over your lap— the reminder being the way Beomgyu was currently helping you clean up.

Gulping, you watch tensely as he pats down your skirt, the napkin in his hands doing nothing to provide a barrier from the warmth of his skin as the paper absorbs the water. Your breathing is shaky as he slowly pats down your thighs, your skirt having ridden up and exposed more of your skin. Looking up, you glance at his parents as a reflex, only to see them already back to their conversation after having reassured you that it was nothing to worry about. 

The water had trickled down all over your skin and in between your thighs, but Beomgyu only ignored those parts as he went back to eating, eager to get the attention of the other pesky person off of him. Your eyes met with Taehyuns, a sheepish smile on your face as you took in the way he stared at you, lips parted slightly before you apologized once more, snapping out of his thoughts as he reassured you once more. 

“Seriously, it’s no big deal,” he said, a kind smile on his face as the two of you resumed your conversation. You tried to ignore the remaining moisture on your thighs, knowing that it would be extremely awkward to go ahead and wipe in between your legs in front of them, left to shift uncomfortably in your seat as your thighs rubbed together. 

But as the maids bring out the next course, leaving you gaping in awe at the thought of someone eating like this all the time, you realize that you weren’t the only one who was bothered by the remaining water. Because as you stutter mid comment on how delicious the food looks, you can’t help but let the words fall dead on your tongue as Beomgyu’s hand sneaks in, gently prodding your legs apart— and you, in your dumbfounded state, allow him to. 

The napkin in his hands is ticklish and leaves a feather-like touch as he wipes down your skin. Taehyun is too busy eating to notice the way you’re staring at your food like an idiot, eyes widened in panic as you stiffen, unsure what to do.

Should you… stop him? You can’t help but debate that thought for a second, part of you grateful of the fact that he really did dry you. But the other part is currently panicking at the way the napkin has been discarded by now, replaced by his hand as he slowly runs his fingers up and down your inner thigh, the feeling already too much for someone like you. 

This whole day, Beomgyu has been driving you crazy. In the library, in the study, hell, even here! His teasing is constant, yet he always stops right before he can do anything incriminating— anything that would change the way you see each other. 

Which leaves you to wonder; How far is Beomgyu willing to go? Because as you slowly pick up your utensils, you can’t help the way you relax at his touch, the neediness going to your head and allowing you to go along with whatever he tries to do— you doubt he’ll really do anything.

Beomgyu glances at you, and truly, it’s almost as if he can read your thoughts; because what started off as simple teasing has turned into a challenge, and Beomgyu is not one to back down. 

He’s abandoned his spot in your inner thighs. Now, he’s found a much better purchase in the apex of your thighs, his index finger taking its time to run over your clothed slit. Choking on your food, you wave off Taehyun’s worried questioning, reassuring him before you throw Beomgyu a panicked glance— he simply shrugs. 

You think that if either of the two strained their ears, they would be able to hear your heart pounding against your chest. You’re nervous, shaky even, as you try to remain cool, trying your best to converse with Taehyun as you realize that wow, this feels really good. 

Something about Taehyun, kind, handsome, welcoming, talking to you eagerly while Beomgyu sat next to you, hand hidden beneath the tablecloth and playing with you like he knew what was best for you, drove you absolutely crazy. 

God, you really were a total prude. You realized, biting down on your lip as you realized with shame just how turned on you were. Beomgyu had yet to do anything to you, yet you were driven crazy by a few simple touches— which is exactly why you couldn’t help the way your breath hitched at the feeling of his finger circling slowly on your clit, the cloth of your panties beginning to stick uncomfortably to you as he continued his ministrations, your eyes widening as he began to teasingly push against your entrance. 

You might just go insane. It was so overwhelming, yet it wasn’t enough, the way that Beomgyu stimulated you with ease, yet refused to go further. The barrier between the two of you drove you mad, and before you could stop and think over what you were doing, you reached down to grab at his wrist, stopping all of his movement. 

He looked at you, waiting for your next move, eyes darkening as he inhaled slowly, trying to remain unfazed as you pushed your hand against your pussy, grinding down on him as you guided him to push your panties to the side— a switch had been flipped between the two of you, and there was no going back. 

Beomgyu’s fingers were long and slender, his movements confident and experienced as he pushed inside, jaw clenching as he took in just how tight you were. Taking a sip of your now refilled water, you tried to choke down the sounds that were fighting to escape from your lips, the foreign feeling of someone else’s hands on you making you dizzy.

You waited patiently for him to do something, anything, your thighs shaking with need the longer he waited, your hips grinding down on him subconsciously as the need in your stomach grew even more. Yet just as you were about to gather the courage to look at him, you looked to the end of the table, watching as Beomgyu and Taehyun’s parents stood up, making their way to where the three of you sat.

Stopping behind Taehyun, you waited expectantly for Beomgyu to pull out of you, only to realize with horror that Beomgyu wasn’t planning to. You were beyond ashamed as you flashed them all a small smile, watching as they adjusted their outfits before turning to you.

“We have a business meeting to attend, so we’re going to be leaving early,” Beomgyu’s mother said, directing her words to all three of you as her husband stood next to her, nodding silently. “It was a pleasure meeting you, ___. Feel free to come back to visit,” she said, and you nodded, bowing gratefully at her words. 

“Thank you, it was a pleasure meeting you as well. Thank you for having me,” you meekly reply, afraid that if you make a wrong move, they’ll find out just what the two of you are currently up to. You watch stiffly as they say goodbye to their sons, telling them teasingly to behave before they’re off, chatting eagerly amongst themselves as they don’t bother glancing back at the three of you again. 

It was silent— and so, so awkward. Maybe it was just you, but you’re sure that if you weren’t careful, you could probably choke on the tension in the room. Your hands were shaky as you reached for your water once more, a thick wave of embarrassment washing over you as you took in the reality of the situation; that being, Beomgyu’s warm hand that was still nestled comfortably between your thighs.

And as the neediness in your stomach cooled down, you realized with a heavy dread what you had done. Despite your usual overthinking and worrying, you had completely given in to the temptation that was Beomgyu, and you couldn’t be more disappointed in yourself if you tried. Carefully, you reached down to grasp Beomgyu’s wrist once more, trying to not pay attention to the way he glanced at you curiously. 

“I should get going,” you say, pulling his hand away harshly as you try to not wince at the suddenness. The two men turn to you, watching as you shyly stand before them, avoiding their gazes as if one look could give away everything you were thinking about. 

“It’s getting late, and I’ve got a busy day tomorrow.” Sending Beomgyu a polite smile, you fidget nervously as you ask, “Could I go back to your study to get my bag?” 

“I’ll take you there,” he says, and before you can protest, he’s standing up, not bothering to spare a glance to Taehyun before he’s walking you back to the staircase, trailing behind you without another word.

Your heart is practically pounding out of your chest as you walk up the stairs, the feeling of Beomgyu’s eyes still on you making you flush hotly with embarrassment. He wasn’t even trying to hide it; you could feel him blatantly trying to look up your skirt as you walked, unsure of what to do as you glanced back at him, only to be sent a coy smile in return. 

You’re practically running back to the study as you finally reach the second floor, uncaring of whether or not you seem rude as you get to the room before him, opening the door and packing your things as quickly as you can. You’re struggling to make room for your laptop in your bag as you see Beomgyu appear in the doorway out of the corner of your eye, gulping nervously as his silent stare is caught on you once more. 

“Why are you in such a hurry?” He asks, taking slow steps towards you as he watches you fumble with your bag. You don’t respond, finding much more interest in the zipper of your bag as you try to get it to close properly. 

He slams his hand on the table, and you’re flinching at the sound as you feel him tower over you, placing his hand on the chair that stood between you and the man that set your nerves alight. You can’t bring yourself to look up as you feel him lean in closer, his breath practically fanning on your cheek as you feel him exhale in amusement. 

“Thought you might’ve wanted to keep me company,” he says, his voice soft and alluring as he places a hand on top of yours, successfully stopping your fidgeting as you freeze entirely.

“It’s getting late, I should really go,” you say, unsure of what else to say as Beomgyu only takes your word with a grain of salt. 

“It is,” he says, his voice soft and sultry against your ear, “I wouldn’t want you going home at such a dangerous hour.” 

You’re not given much time to react before you’re being pulled, the small obstacle between you two no more as you find yourself practically sitting on the desk, your eyes wide as Beomgyu quickly slots himself between your legs, his arms trapping you in as he pouts at you mockingly. 

“You’ll stay a little longer, right?” He says, watching the way you gulp nervously under his strong gaze, the welcoming scent of his cologne enticing you to give in and become another girl on his roster. 

“I have to go,” you say, pushing weakly at his chest, surprised when he lets you pull away from him and reach for your bag frantically. He doesn’t bother following you as you scamper out of his study, your head bowed down and the slippers you were given scuffing against the tiles of the cold home as you’re hurrying your way back to the main entrance. You spot Taehyun on your way there, but all you can do is hurry your footsteps and duck your head further in embarrassment as you try to ignore the way he seems ready to stop you in your tracks. 

Beomgyu watches from his window as you sheepishly ask the valet for your car, fidgeting nervously and pacing back and forth as you wait patiently. You’re like a deer in headlights, doe eyes wide and panicked and your legs shaky as you thank the man, climbing in your car clumsily and driving off faster than he expected you to. 

You were cute, Beomgyu decided, pausing for a second before also deciding that he didn’t mind playing along to get what he wanted. 

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“—I’m so fucked up, like, who does that? His parents were right there!” You’re practically falling apart at the seams as you recite your evening to Taehyung, clutching a pillow tightly against your chest as you try to not look at Taehyung’s reaction from his seat on the couch. It was like word vomit, the story practically escaping you the moment you walked back into your shared apartment, Taehyung’s jaw dropping further and further the more you told him. 

“I didn’t think you had it in you,” he breathes out, amazed at your story as he stares at you incredulously, his comment only making you writhe around the couch and whine in embarrassment. 

“I don’t, that’s the thing!” You cry out, placing your hands on your face as you feel your skin heating up, “He’s so— I don’t know, He’s just straight up insane, but I can’t help but follow along like an idiot! Why? What’s wrong with me?”

“You got it bad,” Taehyung says matter of factly, his simple sentence making you feel as though a weight dropped on your chest. You turn to him, nervous as you let his words linger in your mind. 

“Do not.” You deny, turning back to look at your ceiling, ignoring the way Taehyung only scoffs and rolls his eyes at your claims. The silence, you find, is more unbearable than Taehyung grilling you for details about your experience. You find yourself restless, unable to be too sure of your words as you rethink every interaction that you had with him tonight.

“The valet guy was cute.” 

“Tell me more.”

You’re desperate to get your thoughts away from Beomgyu. 

☆♡☆

Your thoughts are filled with nothing but Beomgyu.

It’s official— you’ve gone insane. It seems your little inexperienced brain couldn’t handle the feeling of another’s hand shoved in between your legs, because you simply have yet to have a moment where your thoughts aren’t filled with that dreadful day. To make things worse—or better, honestly— Beomgyu also has yet to come up to you again. Just like he promised, he was too busy to even look in your direction; or so, you’d like to think.

There’s no reason for you to care, but what if that was it? What if that night at his home had been enough of a taste for Beomgyu, and he had now decided that he’s had his fill? Was he just tossing you aside now? Did he find you pathetic?

It really shouldn’t be bothering you that much; but it did. It did, and it absolutely tore you apart that it could itch at you that much. For crying out loud, what did you expect? Choi Beomgyu was the last person you should have taken interest in, but sometimes you even found yourself thinking about the expensive cologne that you swore still lingered around you. 

“___, I didn’t expect to see you here,” you’re slow to look up as the voice calls out to you, lost in thought as it takes you a moment to recognize the second person that you’d rather not confront at the moment; Kang Taehyun. Throughout Beomgyu’s absence, Taehyun had also seemed to take a liking to you, beginning to approach you more and more often during and after classes. You could already hear the rumors that would bubble up at your sudden interactions, but you couldn’t really bring yourself to care much this time.

“Hey,” you smile weakly, tired as you glance back down at the stubborn stain you’ve been trying to get off for the past minute. This was quite honestly the last place you’d rather meet either of the men in, but Taehyun did say that he came to this diner a lot. “Is there anything I can get you?” 

“Ah, just a chocolate milkshake, for now,” he says, watching as you nod before you’re pacing around behind the counter, going back and forth as you begin to make it. Taehyun’s gaze is far more different than Beomgyu’s; it’s less intense, and you don’t feel like you’re in danger everytime you feel his eyes on you. And as you slid the glass towards him, you couldn’t help but feel a bit more welcomed by his presence as he spoke. 

“You seem a bit stressed, is everything alright?” He asks, taking a sip from his drink before he continues, “Beomgyu isn’t bothering you, is he?”

“No no, nothing like that,” you say, quick to deny his claims. The last thing you needed was more tension between the two. “Honestly, I haven’t even seen him recently.”

“Hmm, right,” Taehyun hums, moving his straw about absentmindedly as he stirs the whipped cream, “He should be in New York right about now.” 

“New York? Really?” You say, pausing your cleaning as you imagine the sight, “What’s he doing all the way over there?”

It’s too late for you to retract and apologize for asking too many questions, but as you watch Taehyun lean on the counter, you’re pleasantly surprised to find that he doesn’t mind answering you.

“He insisted on going with our fathers to a meeting,” He says, rolling his eyes at the thought, “Insisting he has to do it because he’ll be taking over the company soon.” 

Sometimes you forget that the two are millionaires— well, mostly Taehyun, but still— but it’s times like these where you can’t help but feel like being partnered with Beomgyu is just a continuous slap in the face. Here you are, working a horrible shift at a random diner in Korea, all whilst your partner is miles away and probably enjoying the night view of a busy city. Life truly is unfair.

“Hmm, of course,” you say, unable to hide the fact that you cannot relate to anything Taehyun is saying, “Must suck that you didn’t go, huh?” 

“Oh no, not at all,” he’s quick to shut down your claims, surprising you as he shakes his head at the very thought. “I wouldn’t mind taking over for the company, but I couldn’t care less about it, honestly. I actually have a career I want to pursue, unlike Beomgyu.”

“Really?” You say, unable to hold back your surprise at his words. A quick glance around the diner, and another glance at the clock is all you need before you’re leaning in as well, curious to hear more about Taehyun. “And what is that?”

It’s odd how quickly you’re drawn to Taehyun— but then again, he’s just so charming and charismatic as he tells you about how he wishes to work at his dream law firm, and how he wishes to separate himself as someone independent, and not just someone who’s relying on daddy’s money.

“My father isn’t a bad person by any means,” he’s quick to correct himself as glances back up at you, sending you a sheepish smile as he says so. But as he looks back at his half-drunk milkshake, you can’t help but notice the way his eyes harden into something else as he continues. 

“But seeing Beomgyu parade around as if he’s untouchable, it just annoys me.” He’s running his fingers along the glass, drawing shapes with the precipitation of the cool drink, “if it weren’t for his father’s money, he wouldn’t be able to get away with half the shit he does.” 

He pauses, looking back up at you with an apologetic smile as he adds, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to dump that on you.”

“No, I get where you’re coming from,” you say, surprised with yourself as you finally admit those words out loud, “He’s definitely a bit hard to handle.” 

And for the rest of the night, you’re ashamed to admit that you and Taehyun bonded over your strange experiences with the boy, talking until you no longer needed that common factor to keep the conversation going. You talked until you glanced up at the clock once more, surprised to find that it was time for you to clock out already.

“I gotta go,” you said, sending him an apologetic smile before saying your goodbyes. You were quick to clock out, gathering all your things before you went back up front, ready to leave when you were left surprised at what you saw. You had expected Taehyun to be gone by now, but he was still there, scrolling through his phone absentmindedly as he fiddled with the straw of his empty drink. You pause in your steps, unsure of what to do as he looks up, sending you a smile as you see him tapping at the table nervously. 

“Sorry, it’s just, it’s been nice talking,” he says, biting at his lips as he takes in the way you fight back a smile, “I was wondering if you wanted to hang out for a bit longer?” 

You’re not sure why, but it’s easier to be bolder around Taehyun; maybe it’s because you actually get an option with him. But you can’t help the way curiosity tugs at you, bringing you closer to him as you take in all his nervous habits.

“Sure, we could go to my place,” you pause, before remembering that Taehyung would probably be there; you didn’t really need him to pry at the poor boy before you, “Or actually, is it alright if we go to yours? My roommate has someone over tonight.”

It’s a small lie, but it’s worth it as you see Taehyun beam brightly at you, leading him to your car as the two of you continue to talk as if you had been friends for years, allowing him to drive as you let him take you to his home. You expected things to slow down during the ride to his house and remain awkward, but you were surprised to find that Taehyun was very good at keeping a conversation going. You spoke of your interests and hobbies, quickly finding out that the two of you had the same taste in music. 

It’s scary how magnetic the boy before you is, because as you’re entering the same mansion as last time, much to your surprise, you can’t help but feel intrigued at how much warmer the home has become with him next to you. Your cheeks sting from smiling and you feel light as you walk up the stairs, slightly surprised when you’re led to his own room instead of another unnecessary room. 

“You have a room of your own here?” You say, surprised to find that it wasn’t just another guest room. He’s visibly caught off guard by your words, and you can’t help but scold yourself at the fact that you let your mouth run by itself once more. 

“Well, I practically grew up here, and our family mostly spends their time here as well,” he says, and you can’t help but feel slightly alienated at his words— again, how many rooms do they have?

“Do you want some clothes to change into?” Taehyun asks, noticing the way you had been fidgeting uncomfortably, fiddling with your clothes mindlessly as it finally clicked in his head that you were still in your work clothes. You’re quick to deny him, but it’s easy to make you give in as he insists, and it isn’t long before he’s showing you to his bathroom (because obviously, he would have a personal bathroom) leaving you alone as you’re given a moment to change. 

It’s a simple pair of sweatpants and a white shirt, similar to the attire you saw him in the first time you visited. You put it on, the clothes loose in some places, but fitting nicely overall. You take a second to observe yourself in the mirror, feeling yourself heat up at how oddly intimate this was. You were hesitant to come out, nervous to see what he would think when he saw you. 

“There’s this drama that I’ve been wanting to watch for a while now,” he says, glancing at where you stood at the doorway. He made no comments about how you looked, patting the spot next to him softly as he beckoned you to sit next to him. It was oddly reassuring, knowing that you wouldn’t have to walk on eggshells around him— slowly, you made your way to his bed, sitting down as you left a bit of space between the two of you.

“Hometown Cha Cha Cha?” You said, reading the title out loud as you briefly skimmed the description. “I didn’t think you’d watch kdramas.”

“Well, it was my mother who always watched them,” he says, leaning back against his bed frame as he sends you a sheepish smile, “she just seemed to pass on the habit.” 

It’s endearing, the way Taehyun looks a bit self conscious as he hovers over the play button, unsure of whether or not you might find his tastes in shows embarrassing.

“I heard that it’s really good,” you say, allowing yourself to lay back against the pillows as you begin to get comfortable, “play it.” 

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the way Taehyun smiles to himself, the two of you going silent as the show begins to play. 

☆♡☆

“Oh my god, this is so embarrassing, I can’t watch,” you say, covering your eyes as you sink into the fortress of pillows that surrounds you. Taehyun only laughs, trying to pry your hands away from your face as you whine, shaking your head no as he insists.

“I would literally die if I did that,” you say, watching as the main character is shown drunk and out of control, blatantly embarrassing herself in front of her love interest, “I would rather forget everything than remember that I acted like that.” 

“Personally, I would love to see that,” he says, leaning towards you as he looks down at where you lay, “In fact, can I get you something to drink?”

“Shut up,” you laugh, pushing his face away as he chuckles at your reaction. It goes silent, the two of you too busy watching the show to continue teasing each other. Out of the corner of your eye, you find yourself much closer to Taehyun than you had been when you started— yet you can’t bring yourself to care as you take in his presence, enjoying the subtle scent of his cologne as your thoughts begin to stray once more. 

Taehyun was so sweet. He was warm and charming, and you couldn’t help but find yourself wishing that you could get even closer to him as time passed, glancing at him from time to time as you took in the way he looked as he focused on the show, his side profile just as gorgeous as the rest of him.

“Do I have something on my face?” He doesn’t even bother looking away from the tv as he says those words, startling you as you try to think of an excuse to play it off. But before you can say anything, he’s turning to you, resting his face in the palm of his hand as he looks at you teasingly— you can’t help but be reminded of Beomgyu at this moment. 

Oh god, you think to yourself, lips parted as you find yourself unable to say anything, helpless to the way he’s leaning closer, to the way his other hand travels to find itself on your waist, allowing him to overtake your senses as you feel his breath fan on your skin.

Not him too.

You’re not sure what to do, and you’re sure as hell not sure of what will come next as you let yourself give in, weak to his charms as his lips land on yours, the show long forgotten as you begin to sink into the mattress below you. He’s hovering over you, the kiss slow and sweet as you feel his hands begin to wander, your own finding purchase on his shoulders as you grip onto him tightly, too afraid to pull away and face what happens next. 

He’s addicting, and you find yourself unable to pull away for even a second, the kiss messy and needy as you feel him straddle you, his thigh clumsily prying at your legs before he’s slotted it between you, his hands cupping your face as he hovers over you eagerly.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he says, whispering the words against your lips as you feel your stomach come alive with butterflies, smiling shyly at the compliment as you feel him trial kisses down the column of your neck. 

“I’m sorry this is so sudden, but I just… I couldn’t hold myself back.” You can feel the way his hand lingers at the hem of your— his— shirt, playing with the fabric as you lace your hands in his hair. “You just looked so good in my clothes, it was driving me crazy.” 

“Was this your plan all along?” You joke, sighing at the feeling of his warm hand reaching under the pesky shirt to hold your waist. He’s quick to pull away at that, eyes wide as he looks at you, practically glowing as the light of the tv shines behind him. 

“No— sorry, did it feel that way?” He looks genuine as he apologizes, worried that he may have overstepped a line as he pulls away from you. It’s brief, though, because before you can think twice, you’re pulling him back in, feeling him groan softly against your lips as he lets himself melt against you.

“I was joking,” you clarify, breathless as you feel him shift, his thigh pressing up against you as you gasp at the feeling, allowing Taehyun to take this chance to deepen the kiss. The two of you are desperate and shameless as you let your hands wander, the feeling of his lingering touches leaving a hot trail on your skin. You’re practically suffocating as you’re encased beneath him, the feeling leaving you dizzy and weak to him. 

Your hands find his shoulders as you’re pushing him away, the two of you sitting up and taking a moment to catch your breath. His lips are swollen and red as he looks at you, but before he can get another word out, you’re quickly climbing on his lap as you straddle him, taking his head in your hands as he looks up at you.

“You look so good like this,” he says, his hands finding themselves on the small of your back as they itch to venture further down. You hum, smiling at his words as you bring him in for another slow kiss— then another, and another, before the two decide that it’s no longer enough, that you’d rather have more.

You’re not sure where this confidence is coming from, but you can’t allow yourself to stop in fear of crashing down from this high. Yet, as you sit back and watch Taehyun take his shirt off, you can’t help but feel yourself become unsure as you take a second to observe him— unfortunately for you, he’s quick to notice. 

“Are you sure about this?” He says, pausing in his touches as he watches you crash down from your wave; you’re flustered, taking in the way his toned skin practically begs to be touched. You sit there, unsure of what to say as his hands remain at your waist, rubbing soothing circles on your skin as he waits for you to say something.

“It’s just— I haven’t done anything like this in a while,” it’s beyond embarrassing to admit, and you can feel your body heating up as you avoid his gaze, looking away and back to the show that was still playing in the background. Your nerves are on fire as you wait for him to say something, inhaling sharply as he cups your cheek, forcing you to look back at him as he sends you a reassuring smile.

“It’s okay, we don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” he says, allowing you to take a moment to decide for yourself. 

“But you look so good,” you pout, shamelessly checking him out as you feel your hands find their way to his shoulders, letting yourself run one down his chest, taking in the way he shivers at your touch. 

“Then I’ll be gentle,” he says, leaning in to give you a soft peck. You’re quick to chase after his lips, ready to throw caution to the wind as he asks, “Are you sure?” 

And yes, you are. If it’s Taehyun, then you’re more than sure. He’s been nothing but kind and patient with you, and you can’t help the way you’re completely drawn to him. You nod, whispering your confirmation against his lips, and that’s all he needs before he’s tugging at the hem of your shirt, urging you to take off the clothing as well. 

You’re pulling away as you’re beginning to tug the shirt over your head, but before you can do so, a rough knock makes you pull away from him faster than the speed of light. Taehyun, you notice, is beyond annoyed as he does nothing, the glare that he sends the door before him practically deadly as another knock follows shortly. 

He sends you an apologetic glance before he’s rummaging around the bed for his shirt, laughing softly as you sheepishly hand it to him, your eyes already avoiding his own as you try to remain calm. Yet before he even stands up, he’s grabbing the back of your neck, a soft sound of surprise leaving you as he quickly pulls you in for a last kiss, the feeling of your hands grabbing at his already wrinkled shirt making him smile against your lips.

“Fucking asshole…” he grumbles, rolling his eyes as another harsh knock interrupts your moment. It’s then, when you realize with horror, just who is outside Taehyun’s door. 

You watch nervously from the safety of his blankets as Taehyun opens the door, barely allowing himself or the rest of the room to be seen as he’s standing in the small crack, the opening blocked by his body as he leans against the doorway casually. 

“What do you want.” His voice is back to the cold and commanding tone that never fails to set your fight or flight response alight. Taehyun’s voice is octaves lower, and you’re surprised to find yourself enjoying it more than you should. 

“I’m trying to sleep, and you’re disturbing me. My trip was very exhausting, you know.” Beomgyu is quick and to the point as he speaks, attempting to glance behind Taehyun to see who else might be in the room. Taehyun only moves, blocking his sight as the thought of Beomgyu seeing you and possibly trying to start something irks him. Beomgyu raises a brow at the other’s behavior, scoffing at his actions as he watches the way Taehyun prickles at his every move.

“What’re you hiding in there,” he says, feeling his curiosity mix in with his annoyance as the man before him is quick to shut him down, glaring at him as he tells him to leave. But then again, Beomgyu loves a good challenge. 

It’s so sudden, and all you can see from where you sit on the bed is the way Beomgyu grabs onto the door, pushing it open as he peeks in, eyes apathetic until they land on you. 

“___.” He says, and you can’t help the way your body shivers at the way your name rolls off his tongue like honey, a perfect trap as you look up at him with your panicked eyes. Even as Taehyun tells him to leave, he can’t take his eyes off you, taking in the way you’ve seemed to make yourself comfortable in Taehyun’s clothes, in Taehyun’s bed. 

There’s nothing truly compromising about your position, but you can’t help but feel self conscious at the way he stares at you, the air thickened with tension as Taehyun stands to the side, jaw clenched as he waits for Beomgyu’s stubbornness to dry out. 

“Seems you’ve made yourself quite at home,” his voice is icy and mean as he directs his jabs at you, watching the way your wide eyes silently plead at him to not say anything that might relate to the things he did to you— the things you allowed him to do. To your relief, nothing else is said as he turns to Taehyun, his face empty of anything that could give away how he felt. 

The two of them share a look, and unbeknownst to you, they silently acknowledge the fact that there’s a new interest that has hooked them both; you. And with one last glance at you, Beomgyu returns to his room, his jaw ticking with anger as his thoughts are filled with the way you seemed so comfortable in Taehyun’s bed— the way that Taehyun had gained an advantage to your heart. 

But Beomgyu wasn’t going to lose— he was sure of that. 

☆♡☆

“You! Coward! Why! Are! You! Here! Then!” You’re practically on the verge of losing your voice as Taehyung’s every word is punctuated with a smack of a pillow, left cornered on the couch as he traps you in with his body. Your pleas fall on deaf ears as he continues to scold you, the memory of Taehyung’s face after you had told him what had happened enough to let you know that you hit a nerve. 

To your pleasant surprise, the assault weapon is tossed to the side as Taehyung hovers over you, squishing your cheeks together as he glares at you.

“You have,” he says, forehead touching against your as he lets all his frustrations out, “Not one, but two— two!! Hot rich men after you, and you mean to tell me you chicken out both times?!” 

“I know!” You say, weakly defending yourself as you’re pushing Taehyung off of you, glaring back at him as you grab onto the discarded pillow, hugging it tightly as you speak. 

“But first off, Beomgyu is an asshole,” you say, reminding him that neither of you particularly like the boy, “And Taehyun… Taehyun…”

“Exactly.” Taehyung says, cutting you off as he ignores your glare, “No excuses. He was fine and you wanted him.”

“But Beomgyu, and like, probably the rest of his family, was right there!”

“Didn’t stop you last time!” 

The two of you immediately go silent at his words, your eyes wide in shock as you stare at him, jaw to the floor as he stares back, as equally floored as you are.

“That was low.”

“I know. But I have a point.” 

“You do…” you sigh, leaning back on the couch as you throw your head back, staring at the ceiling as you try to forget your embarrassing memory. Nothing happened; you couldn’t really bring yourself to do anything as you two were left in a tense silence.

You tried to wait it out— you really did— but you couldn’t help the way your thoughts were brought back to Beomgyu each time, wondering just where his room was that had him being able to listen to the two of you that clearly. (Not that the two of you were even that loud… right?) But the guilt of having him on the back of your mind while you and Taehyun tried your best to go back to normal was too much for you, and before you knew it, you were saying goodbye to him.

It felt awful trying to reassure him that he had done nothing wrong, but you weren’t sure how to explain to him the real reason why you just couldn’t stick around longer. And even as you thought back to that moment, you could still feel the butterflies that swarmed your stomach at the way he seemed so shy as he asked you to stay a bit longer. 

“___. Look at me.” If it weren’t for Taehyung’s change in tone, you wouldn’t have bothered moving an inch from the couch. But you complied, curious to what your friend would say as you raised your head, slowly sitting up and meeting his eyes as you waited for him to continue. 

“You are going to go up to Taehyun the first chance you get,” he says, taking your hand as you gave him an unconvinced look, “And you are going to ask him out on a date. And possibly get laid.” 

“Tae, you know damn well—“

“I do!” He says, stopping you in your tracks as he grips onto your hand even tighter, ignoring the way you wince and try to slip away. But he’s persistent, glaring at you as he waits for you to settle down. “But that man has laid all his cards out for you, and I will not stand by and watch you ruin the opportunity of your lifetime!” 

When he was met with nothing but silence and a dead stare, he scoffed, letting go of your hand as he laid back on the couch, arms crossed with annoyance.

“I will literally spend the day outside if you need me to so no one will interrupt you. I’m being serious.”

“Why are you so interested in this?” You whined, caving in as you slouched down, hugging your pillow tightly to your chest as you pouted, “it’s not even that big of a deal.” 

“Stop saying that!” He says, throwing the only pillow left by his side at you, much to your dismay, “You know that’s not true!”

Okay, he was right, and you knew he was right. This was by far the wildest opportunity that had ever been set on your path, and only a fool would pass by such a chance— And while you were more than willing to be that fool, Taehyung was not. 

“You got anything going on tomorrow?” You asked weakly.

“No.”

“You do now. Stay out of the house.” 

Taehyung brightened at your words, and you tried to tune out his gloating and excited chatter as you tried to steel yourself for what you were going to do— you were going to finish what you started.

☆♡☆

Tae :] 

??? He’s not there??

BRO

You couldn’t help the way your mood immediately depleted at the reminder, finding yourself unable to follow along with your professor's words as your eyes found themselves lingering at the place where Taehyun usually sits. Honestly, what cruel coincidence was this? You didn’t even have his number, and the only chance you had to approach him was taken from your hands. 

Someone has it out for you, you decided, slouched down as you try your best to write something down. Yet while you were too busy sulking in your own little world, you were too distracted to feel the way Beomgyu sat a few rows behind you, unable to take his eyes away from you as he watched your sluggish behavior.

He knew what you were thinking— it was so obvious, with the way you keep glancing back at the empty space where Taehyun sits— and he couldn’t help but feel himself get more aggravated as time went on. 

Honestly, he couldn’t be more pissed if he tried. Beomgyu finally sets his eyes on a new target, and Taehyun takes it as an invitation to pursue you as well? To make things worse, the memory of you in Taehyun’s room never seemed to leave his head. But Taehyun wasn’t there to bother you now; much to the other’s protests, he was currently off to Japan with his parents in hopes to form a partnership with another company. 

With Taehyun, it had always been a competition. And although his parents never showed it now, they both knew that they were only born to make sure that there would be someone to take over the company when they no longer couldn’t— what they hadn’t accounted for, however, was their sheer lack of interest in doing it together. It may have worked for Beomgyu’s father and his friend, but Taehyun had never piqued his interest; much less had he become friends with the boy. Their relationship was nothing but a race to the top— and Beomgyu was going to make sure that he wouldn’t lose. 

Yet, as the years went by, Taehyun had grown out of his interest in his father’s business. He had no interest in taking over, much to his parent’s disappointment. Although a phantom pressure still lingered, all that was left for the two boys was a tension that would never go away— they were stuck seeing each other as opponents, and nothing more. 

So what had started as a game had inevitably turned into more. Beomgyu never had any real intentions in keeping you around, but seeing Taehyun follow you around like a lost dog had Beomgyu quickly changing his mind; it was petty, but he truly couldn’t care less. 

He’d have you wrapped around his finger in no time. 

He didn’t really have a plan on what to do, but as the lecture ended and everyone started to trickle out of the classroom, he knew that he had to do something now before you slipped out of his clutches. 

“___.”

You swear that Beomgyu had a knack of appearing when you least wanted him to. 

You couldn’t bother putting up a smile as you turned to him, raising a brow as you waited for him to speak, unamused as you adjusted your glasses. He was silent, much to your annoyance, and it seemed as though he hadn’t a clue on what he wanted to say either. 

“I need a favor.” 

“A favor? Why? What favor?” To say you were caught off guard would be an understatement, because as you waited for him to elaborate, you could already feel your stomach forming a whirlwind of anxiety— nothing good could come from those words. 

“I need a date,” he says, ignoring the way you immediately begin to try to refuse him, “We’re celebrating the success of our new partnership, and I want you to come with me.” 

“Why can’t you just get some other girl?” You snap, already walking out of the empty classroom, Beomgyu hot on your heels. He frowns, following you out as you try to shake him off to no avail. It’s a nice fall day outside, the cool breeze that shakes the autumn trees making you shiver involuntarily. Just when you think he might have given up, you stop, the harsh tug on your jacket making you send the boy behind you a scowl. 

“I don’t want some other girl.” He says, eyes locked on you as he takes a step forward, keeping you still with the grip on your jacket, “I want you.” 

Beomgyu watches you closely— he takes in every change of expression, the way that his words seem to have caught you off guard, your nervous demeanor returning as you try to stutter out an answer. He stares, gaze unmoving as he smiles, eyes teasing as he watches you begin to mold to his will. 

“No.” 

So close. 

It isn’t much, but the small twitch of Beomgyu’s brow is all you need to know— he doesn’t want to hear no. But the thought of agreeing to his offer sends chills down your spine— nothing good can come from this. The two of you are still, unable to leave as the back and forth commences once more; every enticing offer that slips past his lips is met with your refusal. 

“No, why are you so stuck on it being me?!” You exclaim, taking a step back as you watch him go quiet. 

Honestly, what was he doing? Standing there and begging you to accompany him— this wasn’t how things were supposed to play out; if anything, he should be having you at his feet. But as he stands there, observing the way you’re flushed and annoyed, your eyes glaring at him through your glasses, he finds his stomach twisting at the thought that bubbles in his mind— he’s quick to push it down. 

“You— fuck…” he’s running a hand through his hair, long locks parting through his fingers as he stands back, amazed at the effect you seem to have on him. He huffs, watching your sparkling eyes light with that same curiosity that he’s always been secretly fond of; the same curiosity that always seems to want to learn more about him. 

And he’s not wrong, because you soon find yourself wondering what he’s thinking, what his true intentions are; what he’s hiding behind that icy persona. You can already hear Taehyung’s words from over here— do it, it’ll be fun, how often do you get invited to things like this?’

You decide to channel your inner Taehyung— just this once, maybe you should loosen up. 

“Where is the party…” your words are barely audible, too embarrassed that you’ve changed your mind, and that, once again, Beomgyu has gotten his way. But it’s enough for him, because his demeanor changes in the blink of an eye, and the calm and cool persona that you see on a daily basis comes back. 

“We’re hosting it, obviously,” he shrugs off the glare you send him, “and it’s tonight.” 

“Tonight?!” You say, eyes wide as you clutch your bag in panic, “what am I even supposed to wear…” 

“That’s why I brought this up now,” he says, grabbing your hand before he’s tugging you in the opposite direction of your original destination; you protest as you tell him to let you go, but he doesn’t bother listening as his hold on you only tightens in response. 

“Where are we going?” You whine, stomping your feet as he ignores you once more. You’re irritated— for someone who was asking something of you, he sure was as annoying as ever. 

“What do you think?” He says, his tone sarcastic as you stop in front of an expensive looking car— truly, you couldn’t care less about cars, but simply being around this one makes you nervous. And, to no one’s surprise, Beomgyu unlocks it, signaling you to get in. “We’re getting you something to wear.” 

“Take me to the mall or something, I’m on a budget,” you say, sitting hesitantly in the passenger’s seat; wow, the car smelled so nice. You can’t help but feel a bit depressed as Beomgyu pulls out of the parking lot, upset that you’ll have to splurge on such a sudden event. He simply chuckles at your words, and you can already feel a degrading jab coming your way— but nothing comes. 

Instead, the car ride remains silent as you stare out the window, the anxiety brewing inside you only bubbling up more intensely as you realize that he was not heading to the mall, and was instead heading to a much more expensive plaza. 

 “Hey, hey, what are we doing here?” You ask, sitting up as you watch Beomgyu head to a parking lot, not even bothering to glance your way as you continue to panic, “I was cool with getting a Forever21 or H&M dress— if they’d even have my size— but seriously, why don’t we go somewhere else—“

“I’m not “cool” with those cheap dresses,” he scoffs, proceeding to send you a look that immediately shuts you up. The car is parked but you still remain inside as he looks at you, coming over to your side as he opens the door for you. You refuse to get out, the brand names of the many different department stores rooting you to the spot as you stare up at them in fear. 

Seriously, how many paychecks would you have to throw away to get a single item at these stores? The numbers kept rolling in your head, and you didn’t like it one bit. 

“Come on, don’t be ridiculous,” Beomgyu was tugging at your hand and pulling you out before you knew it, his eyes already locked on his first store as he tugged you in that direction. You couldn’t help but bristle at his comment, annoyed at how nonchalant he could be while stepping into such a high end store. You tried to avert your eyes at every price tag you saw, and Beomgyu could only watch from the sidelines, beyond amused at your antics. 

Of course you weren’t going to be paying— it was just entertaining to watch your eyes go wide as the woman assisting you two continued to pile up dresses in her arms, standing back as Beomgyu surfed through the racks, a bored expression on his face as he did so.   

The dresses in the woman’s arms ranged drastically from flowy, light colors, to form fitting, dark colors. You could only eye the fabrics warily, unsure if you would be able to pull any of them off. But before you could protest, the two of you were being led off to the dressing room, feeling yourself grow shy at the intimate setup of it all. There was only one dressing room, the outside being surrounded with floor length mirrors that allowed you to look at yourself from every angle. In front of the dressing room, a single couch was placed, the rest of the area closed off with a velvety curtain— for privacy.

Without skipping a beat, Beomgyu takes a seat at the small couch, glancing back at you expectantly as he did so. You shift, watching as the woman places all the dresses on the hooks in your changing room, sending you a small smile and a bow before she leaves, letting you know that she’ll be nearby if you need her assistance. You thank her, watching her disappear behind the curtain before the two of you are left alone. 

“What are you waiting for?” Beomgyu’s voice is deep and soft as he calls out to you, the dressing area silent and closed off as you flinch, glancing at the changing room with unsure eyes. 

“I don’t know about this, I can’t afford to buy anything from here—“

“Are you still on that?” With a heavy sigh, Beomgyu sighs, approaching you with slow steps as his narrowed eyes lock onto you. You’re nervous, like always, except this time you can’t bring yourself to look at Beomgyu as he traps you, only a step away from coming in contact with you as he looks up, exhaling through his nose slowly. 

“You’re not paying, stupid,” you’re able to meet his eyes then, watching the way his face lights up with amusement at your suprise, “did you really think that?” 

“Yes, but this is worse,” you say, and Beomgyu already feels his patience running out. “I don’t want to owe you anything.”

“For fucks sake—“ you let out a yelp at the way Beomgyu’s hands roughly land on your shoulders, steering you to the changing room and rolling his eyes at the way you try to fight back. He pushes you in, blocking the door as you continue to complain. 

“You won’t owe me anything, I couldn’t care less if I’d have to buy this whole plaza to get you to come with me,” he says, watching the way you immediately go quiet, “now try those dresses on, unless you want me to help.” 

He watched as you jumped at his comment, quickly shoving him out of the room before slamming the door in his face. He can only grin at that, listening to the sounds of rustling and your quiet grumbles from the other side.

It honestly feels like you’re stuck in that room for hours— maybe you actually were. Dress after dress, you would come outside to gauge Beomgyu’s reaction, watching the way he would either shake his his or nod apathetically in approval. More often than not, you would come out to be greeted with more dresses, watching as Beomgyu would ask the assistant to bring more in a certain color or style. 

“Beomgyu, please,” you said, wriggling into the newest addition of the pile, “Don’t you think I’ve tried on enough? I think there should be a dress that we can both agree on— oh god…” 

You’re absolutely frozen in shock as you stand in front of the small mirror before you, bristling at the way the dress looks. In your haste to get things over with, you had failed to notice that this dress had not one, but two slits— they stopped just at the tops of your thighs, and the fabric was tucked neatly in between your legs. Not only that, but the plunging neckline covered practically nothing; and the exposed feeling on your back was all you needed to know about the rest of the dress. 

“What is this supposed to cover…?” You mumbled to yourself, staring down at the way the black fabric hugged your body tightly, before turning into a flowy material that reached the floor. 

“Are you done?” Beomgyu’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts as you looked up, catching your panicked expression in the mirror as you’re glancing back at the door nervously.

“It didn’t fit…” you respond weakly, wincing at the way you can already see the shadow of Beomgyu’s footsteps approaching you. You bite at your lips, patting down the fabric as you glance at yourself once more— there is no way you would be allowed to wear something like this! And while it was flattering, you’d rather die than have others think that you truly were Beomgyu’s new plaything. 

“Nonsense, it’s the same size as all the other dresses,” he says, knocking softly on the door, “let me see.” 

“Definitely not,” you’re quick to respond, placing a hand on the door before Beomgyu can get any crazy ideas, “There’s no way something like this would be appropriate.” 

“So it does fit,” he says, and he can hear you cursing quietly on the other side of the door, “you’d be surprised by the things others show up in— now let me see it.” 

There’s no other way out of this, is there? You gulp, your hand slowly inching to the doorknob as you look away from the mirror, too embarrassed at the way the dress leaves you in a vulnerable position. Slowly, the door creeps open, and you find interest in the tiled floor beneath you as Beomgyu’s frame comes into sight. 

It only takes a second for Beomgyu to decide— you’re leaving with this dress. 

He tries to not show it, but his eyes darken at the way your body is left on display, your skin glowing under the lights and begging to be touched; to be marked. Your sheepish eyes that can barely look in his direction only serve to drive him insane— you have no idea what you’re doing to him. 

“Let me see…” he mumbles, closing the door behind him as he takes a step closer to you. You gulp, startled at the way Beomgyu’s gaze never leaves your figure, his hands smoothing down the fabric on your waist— you’re still, your breathing heavy as you try to not melt into a flustered mess. His hands linger, fingertips pulling teasingly at the fabric before he lets it snap back onto your skin, watching the way your breath hitches as you finally look up at him.

“I think it fits you perfectly,” he breathes out, watching as you’re left helpless to him once more. You’re on edge, waiting for his next move as he smiles down at you, stepping forward until he’s got you pinned, his eyes narrowing at the way you shudder when your back meets the wall. 

“Suits you perfectly too,” he says, reaching down to grab onto your bare thigh, watching the way you gasp as you let him wrap your leg around his waist. His fingers are teasing as they inch under the fabric, his touch light as he barely grazes past the top of your thigh. He’s slotted in between your legs, hips pressed firmly against yours as you try to not lose yourself then and there. 

“It’s too revealing for a party,” you retaliate, your words falling dead on your tongue the moment he pressed himself harder against you— you can tell just how he feels about this dress.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he whispers, leaning closer to you as he begins to trail kisses down the column of your throat, “they can look all they want, but you’ll be with me the whole time. You don’t have to worry about anything.”

His grip on your thigh loosens up, and he’s pleased to find the way your leg doesn’t budge. Slowly, his hand trails downwards, stopping as his fingers wrap themselves around your calf, folding your leg closer to your body as your attention is brought to where he’s looking. 

“But first, we should get you some shoes to go with this,” he says, the mischievous glint in his eyes prominent as he glances back at you, “Don’t you think?”

“I already have heels at home,” you breathe out, dizzy as Beomgyu pulls away, taking a step back as he composes himself. He stares at you, smiling as he takes in the way you’re still leaning against the wall, eyes fucked out as they stare back at him. It’s quick, and before you can react, Beomgyu is quickly pressing his lips against yours, the quick peck leaving you stunned as he opens the door, sending you one last glance as he smiles cruelly. 

“Don’t care. Let’s go.”

☆♡☆

Tae :]

OMG

UR WHATKSGH 

U A HOMIE HOPPER FR!!

Twin tho &lt;3

Have fun!! And invite me if u can!!!!

You roll your eyes at the constant stream of messages that flood your phone— Sorry Tae, but there’s no way I’d have the balls to ask if you can come. It’s disappointing, but it was nothing short of the truth as Taehyung’s sad stream of emoticons continue to flood your chat, leaving you to roll your eyes and put the phone back down on the table. 

Despite your constant reassurance and worrying, you currently found yourself in the guest room of Beomgyu’s mansion, forced to sit still as a woman tediously does your hair and makeup, listening to your tips on how to style your hair and what works best with your skin as she followed your instructions, constantly complimenting you as she continued to her work.

“This dress is absolutely gorgeous,” the woman said, gasping as she laid out the carefully ironed dress on the bed. You stood off to the side, bashfully shifting on your feet as you smiled at her, hoping that she wasn't’ simply lying through her teeth. 

“I was afraid that it would be too much,” you admitted, watching her reaction carefully as you said so. She simply shook her head, laughing softly as she looked back at you. 

“Too much? No, you’re going to fit right in,” she says, her comment oddly reassuring as she pulls out the matching black heels out of the other bag, followed by the expensive silver accessories that he forced you to get— despite your constant complaints that he shouldn’t be buying you anything, Beomgyu had ignored you, searching for the very best as he finally decided on those shoes. It was strange, but you found it easier to talk to Beomgyu as time went on— and maybe it was because of his stunt in the dressing rooms— but past his intimidating persona, you found that he wasn’t all bad. Granted, he was still a cheeky bastard that teased you relentlessly, but at least you now knew that he didn’t hate you. 

“I’ll let Mr. Choi know that you’ll be ready soon,” the woman said, slipping out of the door without another word. You stood in silence, your heart beating loudly against your chest as you listened to the sounds that filtered from downstairs; the party had begun a while ago, and while you had been busy showering in the guest bathroom (it took you a while to accept that you were allowed to touch the thing) and getting your makeup and hair down, the celebration in the main floor had already begun.

Carefully, you slipped into the dress, feeling a twinge of hesitation as your eyes caught sight of the reflection in the mirror— you looked stunning, the dress you wore flattered your body perfectly, but you couldn’t help but feel that familiar anxiety bubbling inside you; this crowd was on another level. It was already hard enough for you to interact in large crowds of people in general, but the thought of putting yourself out there to be judged made you sick to your stomach. 

If someone had told you from the past about the nosedive your life would take, you probably would have laughed, fainted, or both. What you had with Beomgyu (and Taehyun) was beyond messy. There was nothing defined, and you only seemed to act on your needs— and yet, you couldn’t help but feel lighter than ever. You were no longer walking on eggshells, but you feared that the longer you spent with these two men, the more you would get attached.

A knock on the door startled you out of your thoughts— speak of the devil.

The door opens as you mutter a soft “Come in”, your eyes downcast as you attempt to buckle your shoes, the thin straps slipping through your fingers as you sigh with frustration. Giving up, you sit back, looking up as you take in the outfit Beomgyu walks in. 

It’s obvious at a glance that Beomgyu has made an attempt to match with you— he wears black pants that have been tailored specifically for him, his black heeled boots clicking softly on the floor as he walks in. He wears a black buttoned vest, and you feel your heart skip a beat at the way the neckline allows him to decorate with silver necklaces, his loose blazer allowing you to peek at the rest of his skin. 

“What, you don’t like it?” He asks, tilting his head as he looks at you. You can only shake your head in response, a smile creeping on your lips as he closes the door behind him, walking up to you with the same smile mirrored on his lips. He towers over you, taking in the way you look up at him with your shining eyes, your dress sprawled out on the mattress as you lean back on your arms. 

“No, it’s nice,” you admit, looking back down at your feet. He follows your gaze, a soft tsk escaping his lips as he takes in your unbuckled shoes. Without another word, he sinks to his knees, taking you by surprise as he kneels down, one leg propped up as he shoots you a mischievous smile. 

“Can’t do anything yourself, hmm?” He coos, propping your heel on his thigh as he begins to buckle your strap. You’re left speechless as you watch him, his nimble fingers making quick work of the buckle as he tucks the strap in, putting your heeled foot back on the ground before he’s motioning for your other one. As always, he’s quick to lose patience as you hesitate, taking matters into his own hands as he grabs your calf, propping your other foot on his thigh as he begins his work once more. 

He’s much slower this time, and when you feel him finish buckling your strap, you watch as his eyes rake up your leg, taking in the way the fabric is slotted between your legs so perfectly. Your skin is warm underneath his hands, and before he can help himself, he’s making his way up, his hands soon finding themselves on your thighs as he looks up at you, face emotionless as you find it in yourself to look back, bracing yourself for his next move.

You can’t help the way you lean in when his lips meet yours, the kiss slow and steady as you surprise yourself— but with the way he was feeling you up, it was impossible to not give in. It’s embarrassing how you quickly find yourself chasing after his lips, the low chuckle that meets your ears snapping you back to reality as you’re straightening up. 

“The dress is nice, right?” He says, his hands continuing to slide up before they’re slotted on either side of you, alarming you when he begins to lean forward. You lean back, flustered by his proximity as he continues, relentless in his actions as he’s soon hovering over you, eyeing the way you look laying on the bed, flustered face refusing to look up at him for too long.

“I can’t possibly go out like this,” you say weakly, admiring the way his hair framed his face, a smug smile adorning his face at your words.

“No, you can’t,” he says, agreeing with you for once. His words surprise you, but takes you a moment to realize his true intentions, “so why don’t you stay in here with me instead?”

“No. Plus, your parents—”

“Why not? It’ll be way more fun than the party. My parents aren’t even here. They’re still off vacationing in Japan.”

“Beomgyu, this is your party. You’re the host,” you say, sliding back along the bed until you’re fully on it. Beomgyu doesn’t mind, finding the sight much more appealing as his head is now at level with your hips. But before he can continue his teasing, you’re pushing him back with your foot, his body tensing as the sharp stiletto comes in contact with his chest once he straightens. He raises his brows, a hot rush of want going through him as you send him a coy smile. 

“Let’s go then.” 

☆♡☆

The party was alright.

Throughout the whole night, you had been afraid of being seen as another arm candy for Beomgyu— you had been afraid that all this had been nothing more than a game to him. But as the night passed by, you found yourself enjoying his presence more and more.

“That woman right there? She had an affair with the guy from earlier— yeah, the one who hogged all the little sandwiches— for like a year. One time, they apparently went “missing” when the jet they were both conveniently on crashed, but it turns out they just went for a nice vacation for a couple of months.” 

“Oh my god, that’s insane,” you gape, trying to not be obvious as you watch the woman Beomgyu had pointed out. You could definitely see it, with the way she kept stealing glances back at the said man that lingered at the buffet table. “But how did they get away with it?”

“Money, duh,” he says, watching as you roll your eyes at his response, “there’s nothing that a good chunk of money can’t do to keep people quiet.”

“And yet you know about this?”

“Hey, rumors get around,” Beomgyu shrugs, sending you a teasing smile as he adds, “that, and he’s a total lightweight.” 

It’s like this for the rest of the night— the two of you never truly bother to integrate with the rest of the crowd, standing off to the side as you watch the occasional businessman approach Beomgyu, bewildered at the charming persona that he takes on when spoken to. It’s not until a man mentions Beomgyu inheriting the company in the future, that a thought occurs to you. 

“Do you really want to take over your father’s company?” You ask, watching the way he stiffens at your question. He doesn’t answer, choosing instead to drink his wine as he looks away, his brows furrowed at the feeling of your gaze still on him. 

“No, honestly.” He answers, his words catching you by surprise as you take in the solemn look in his eyes. He’s not looking at you, and as you follow his line of sight, you realize with dread, that his eyes had been locked on none other than Taehyun.

“But that’s all I’m here for,” he says, taking another sip of his drink as he notices that you’ve spotted him too. He can‘t control the way he becomes irritated, jaw clenching as the memories of his life pass by— the competition, the tension, the secret hopes that he’ll be the better son— it’s all shoved back in his face every time he looks back at Taehyun. 

Just when you think you’re about to get somewhere deeper with this conversation, you notice the way everyone seems to be heading in the direction of the dining room, the feeling of Beomgyu bumping into your shoulder making you look up at him in confusion.

“Dinner is starting. Come,” he says, not bothering to glance back before he’s leading you to the same room where it all began. You find yourself lagging behind as you watch him walk ahead, the feeling that you’ve done something wrong itching at you— was it a touchy subject? Did you say something wrong?

“___? Why’re you here?” The voice that calls out to you is too familiar, rendering you helpless as you’re turning to the source. Taehyun is surprised as he looks at you, eyes taking in your figure and the way your silver accessories pop against your skin. He’s dressed in similar attire to Beomgyu, much to your dread. A simple all black outfit, a form fitting turtleneck paired with a blazer, the tailored pants he wore covering the same heeled boots that Beomgyu sported as well. 

“Oh, uhm, Beomgyu invited me,” you reply, unaware of the way the said man stands a few feet behind you, his eyes narrowing at the scene. Taehyun notices, and it isn’t long before you’re turning around, curious to what he might be looking at. Beomgyu is angry, that much you can tell, as he slowly makes his way to where the two of you stand. 

Turning back around, you send Taehyun a confused look, tilting your head as you ask, “Where have you been?” 

“Ah, I’m sorry I didn’t say anything,” Taehyun apologizes, sheepishly looking to the ground as he says, “I was off in Japan. You know, the new partnership and all.” 

“Yes, quite the feat, isn’t it,” Beomgyu mocks behind you, startling you as you feel his hand slip around your waist, pulling you into him snuggly as he adds, “___, let’s go, before all the good seats get taken.”

And before you can question what the hell he might possibly mean by a “good seat,” you’re being pulled away, the man’s pace much more brisk as Taehyun is left to watch your figure retreat, your matching color schemes not lost on his eyes. 

☆♡☆

You know exactly what Beomgyu means by a good seat. 

Glancing wearily at the loud, gossiping couple across the table, followed by the man who simply doesn’t know what manners are as he takes up way more space than he should, you’re glad that Beomgyu had been able to secure you a calmer spot in the gigantic table. It was nice, except for one thing— Taehyun had found himself in the seat to the right of you before you realized what was happening. 

So now you sit here, awkwardly trying your best to eat peacefully as the tension between the two boys rolls off in waves. Any attempts in peacemaking or casual conversation had been quickly squashed down, leaving you in the middle of a lifelong feud that only left you roped into childish rivalry. 

It started off simple— they could’ve gotten away with it if you hadn’t been paying more attention— small conversation, laced with memories and inside jokes the other didn’t know of; you were left unaware of the other’s raging jealousy every time you laughed at a situation they couldn’t recall. 

Then it turned into a more zealous task; before you knew it, you were turning left and right as they tried to feed and entertain you, begging for your attention yet refusing to share it as you were left in a befuddled mess. In the blink of an eye, your plate was piled with more food than you knew what to do with, your head spinning from the amount of turning you’ve had to do in such a short time. 

It couldn’t get any worse— at least, that’s what you thought— but it could. And it did. 

You could feel your mood sour as they began to become bolder, and touchier. Any other time, you would have been freaking out, a flustered mess as you would have shivered at the way they would lean in to whisper things to you, fingertips grazing against your skin and eyes lingering on your body every time you tried to interact with them.

Honestly, by the end of the dinner, they were practically fighting for your attention as they tried anything they could to woo you— all you could do was take another swig of wine in exhaustion. 

You liked them both— really, you did— but you were more than fed up of being treated as another prize that the other had to win first in order to prove they’re better. What had started as interactions that left your heart fluttering had turned into nothing more than a childish competition that only served to drive them farther away from your heart. 

And it seems as though they had noticed too; took them long enough, you had thought to yourself, laying back in your chair as you tried to pretend the way you couldn’t feel their eyes on you. You were annoyed and buzzed from the wine as you feigned interest in the desert placed before you, twirling your fork in boredom as you waited for their next ridiculous move. 

Instead, you were pleasantly surprised with the way they seemed to calm down; maybe your annoyance was obvious. And it really was, because as you stared down at your plate, Taehyun and Beomgyu could practically see your change in mood from miles away, the irritation pouring off you in waves as you shoved another disinterested bite into your mouth. 

Taehyun was already regretting everything— he felt horrible for roping you into their own problems. Beomgyu, on the other hand, was simply thinking up of the different ways he could make it up to you. They watched as you leaned forward, reaching across the table as the lady sitting in front of the three of you refilled your glass; throughout the whole ordeal, you had become friends with her. Her name was Jihyo, and it seemed as if she was quick to catch on to your situation as she tried to keep your glass full the whole time. 

The two of you chatted as you continued to ignore the presence of the two boys beside you, laughing softly as she told you the story on how she met her girlfriend. You could practically feel them itching to grab your attention once more, but you couldn’t care less as you decided to take your mind off of them for once. 

And while you continued to get to know Jihyo better, Taehyun and Beomgyu shared a glance behind you; and for once, it seemed as though they had reached the same conclusion. 

Moments later, the dinner was declared to be over, and you watched drunkenly as people began to trickle out slowly. You waited a second before you excused yourself, saying goodbye to Jihyo as you headed back upstairs and towards the guest room— you didn’t even bother sparing the two boys another glance as you left. 

Yet they simply watched your figure retreat, their eyes stuck on the way you seemed to stand out from the crowd; they both silently appreciated the way the dress seemed to hug you in all the right places. It wasn’t until you had left the dining room that they had turned to each other, words itching to come out as they sat there, unsure of how to say them. 

“Well, I should be on my way as well,” it was the first time Jihyo had spoken to them that night, sending them a gracious smile and bowing as she thanked the two for inviting them. 

“Good luck with your girl. Treat her nicely, yeah? She deserves it after the way you two harassed her tonight,” she teased, clearly uninterested in their rebuttals as she turned on her heel, striding out in confident steps, her words still lingering on the boy’s minds. 

☆♡☆

You were so ready to go home. 

You currently sat at the vanity as you spoke on the phone with Taehyung, ranting to him about everything that happened as you wiped away your makeup, your glasses put to the side as you tried to not get frustrated with the way your mascara couldn’t seem to budge. 

“So I just ignored them and talked to Jihyo for the rest of the time— she’s super cool by the way,” you said, recounting every little detail as you carefully rubbed the lipstick on your lips. 

“Oh man, that’s crazy,” Taehyung’s voice rings out from the other side, and you pause in your actions as you turn to throw away the used wipes, humming along in agreement as you did so. “What’re you gonna do now?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted, sighing as you slump down in your chair. “it’s just… it feels like they only see me as another win in their rivalry— it sucks, cause I really do like them.”

“Them? Seriously? Woah, you’re in deep.”

“Argh, I know, and it’s pissing me off!” You say, frustrated as you stand, making your way to the bed as you flop onto it, your feet dangling off the edge as you stare up at the ceiling, “Why me man…”

“Hey, I say go for it! Literally who gives a fuck who you’re with, as long as you’re happy.”

“Tae, that’s insane,” you say, unable to see yourself doing anything like that, “Whatever. I’ll be home in a bit.”

“Take an Uber, I’ll pay for it,” he interjects, ignoring the way you’re already complaining, “Unless you want to ask either of them to drop you off, since you don’t have your car.”

“Okay, I got it,” you grumble, bitter at the reminder, “I’ll text you when I’m ready to go.” 

You sat in silence once he hung up, feeling the exhaustion from it all finally sinking in, the mattress beneath you suddenly much more comfortable than it was three seconds ago. Wearily, you glance back at the pile of clothes that you still needed to change back into; but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, much too tired to get up at all— hell, you still had yet to take your heels off. 

Just when you thought you might actually doze off, you were startled as the sound of your door opening made you sit up, your eyes meeting with Beomgyu’s as he stood at the doorway. 

“Can I come in?” He asked, leaning against the doorway as he asked. 

“No,” you deadpan, pouting as you stare down at your lap.

“What about me?” 

You’re surprised to find Taehyun standing behind Beomgyu, the usual tension and anger that you see between them gone. You pause for a second, feeling uneasy as you stare at them— they’re planning something. 

“No. Both of you stay there.” 

Flopping back onto the bed, you wait for them to give up and go away, but they don’t. They simply stand at the doorway, fondly watching you and the slow rise and fall of your chest as you try to not fall asleep then and there.

“Is this about what happened at the dinner?” It’s Beomgyu who breaks the silence first, tilting his head as he watches the way you try to ignore them, your eyes closed as you pretend to be asleep. It’s silent once more, and you can’t help the way you get your hopes up briefly at the sound of the door shutting, thinking that they might’ve finally left you alone— you couldn’t have been more wrong.

You can feel the bed shifting, your heart beating rapidly in your chest as you try to keep your eyes closed. They find the sight amusing, your fluttering eyelids and your twitching brows letting them know that you can feel them next to you. It’s dark, but you can feel the foreign warmth of another as the mattress sinks down, the scent of two familiar colognes filling your senses entirely. 

“___. Look at me,” your eyes are wide as you’re met with the sight of Taehyun hovering over you, arms caging you in, Beomgyu sitting down next to you as he looks down at you teasingly. You’re not sure what to do, unable to handle both of them at once— it was already hard enough to deal with one at a time. 

“What do you guys want,” you whine, flushing with embarrassment as they each take your hand, unable to meet either of their eyes as they lace their fingers with yours. It’s beyond overwhelming, the two handsome men crowding your space as they continue to tease you. You can feel Beomgyu’s lips graze your knuckles, the soft touch sending shivers down your body.

“What do you think?” Beomgyu asks, playing with your hands gingerly as he pauses. You’re forced to sit up as Taehyun moves away, sandwiched between the two boys as they sit by your side, still having yet to let go of your hand as they lean in. 

“We want you.” Beomgyu’s lips practically brush against your skin as he whispers those words, the feeling of Taehyun’s hair brushing against your cheek making you tilt your head, gulping at the way he’s trailing kisses down your neck, biting softly at your collarbones. 

“No you don’t,” you say, eyes shutting as you feel their hands begin to wander— it feels like they’re everywhere at once, touching your thighs, lingering at your waist, going up and down the expanse of your back as they feel you up— it makes you dizzy. 

“I’m just another part of your rivalry,” you say, the words that have been bubbled in your mind finally coming out— you never felt truly wanted. “I’m just a game to you two.”

“Fuck, you’re so much more than that,” you’re surprised to hear Beomgyu be the one to reassure you first, his hand cupping your cheek as he forces you to look at him. He’s serious, his face devoid of any sign that it might all be a lie. Taehyun is quick to agree, pulling away as he looks at you, a hand wrapping around your waist as he brings himself even closer. 

“We don’t want to lose you,” Taehyun says, voice quiet as he finally admits the thoughts that have been plaguing the two men before you, “We’re serious, ___.”

There’s no use in fighting it— you know this, because soon you’re finding yourself laying back on the bed, the two boys unable to keep their hands off of you as they find your heels, each unbuckling one as they smile coyly up at you. 

“Show me how serious you are then,” you’re barely given time to breathe those words out before they’re on you, Beomgyu’s lips crashing against yours as you let out a soft whimper, your hands steadying themselves on his shoulders automatically. 

It’s all happening so fast, your mind reeling as your hands slip under Beomgyu’s blazer, slipping it off as he’s left in the vest that had you practically drooling, his necklaces dangling above you. He’s not giving you a chance to pull away, the kiss hungry as he nips at your lips, grinning at the way you whimper helplessly against him. Beside you, Taehyun watches, eyes darkened as he slips off his own blazer, the memory of you in his bedroom making him itch for your touch. 

Much to your dismay, Beomgyu is pulling away, a wicked grin stretching on his face as he watches you chase after him, your eyes slowly fluttering open as you wait for their next move. Slowly, you reach up to unbutton Beomgyu’s vest, his eyes observing your every movement intently. His skin is smooth and toned, your eyes taking it all in as you run a hand down his chest, watching the way he shudders at your touch. Sitting up, you move to try to slide your dress off, surprised when you feel Taehyun grab your hand before you can do so. 

“Don’t. Keep it on for now,” he says, pulling you close to him as he locks his lips with yours, cradling your jaw gently, “It looks so good on you.”

You can only hum against his mouth, giving in to his wishes as you feel his other hand wander its way to your thighs. Before you can realize what’s happening, Beomgyu is already slotted in between your legs, his hair tickling your skin as he trails kisses along your inner thighs. You’re quick to tense up, caught off guard by his action as you feel him slowly inch closer to where you need him most.

“I can’t believe you,” Beomgyu says, pushing the fabric of your dress away from your hips as your core is left on display. You whimper feeling his tongue run over the fabric of your panties teasingly, his warm tongue lapping at you slowly. 

“This whole time, I thought I was getting somewhere with you,” he mumbles, pressing his tongue flat on your pussy as he takes in the way your thighs twitch at the feeling, sucking lewdly over the fabric, “but it turns out you were fucking around with Taehyun behind my back.”

You’re hazy as Taehyun is leading your hand down his chest, his shirt discarded long ago as he guides you to unbuckle his belt, chuckling at the way you can only obey stupidly, Beomgyu’s tongue on you already making you fucked out. 

“I just thought you didn’t care,” you say, eyes locking with Taehyun’s as you’re finally able to reach into his waistband, taking in the way he inhales sharply once your hand wraps around his cock. Your other hand is quick to unbutton his jeans, pulling him out as your hungry eyes take in the way he’s already hard, his tip leaking as you both watch the way you slowly begin to pump along his length, your thumb swiping across his tip from time to time.

He’s big, and you’re surprised with the way your hand struggles to wrap around him— your movements are slow, taking in the feel of the vein that runs along the underside of his length; he’s long too, and it’s like in a trance as he’s watching the way you stroke him eagerly, your tongue laving at your lips a you notice the steady flow of precum that leaves him. 

“I didn’t at first,” he admits, brain clouding with lust as he watches the way you pump Taehyun’s cock, the said man falling apart in your hands as he leans in to kiss you. He can feel himself grow more aroused at the sight, his hips rolling involuntarily against the sheets as the need to bring your attention back to him itches at him. Your mouth is falling open as Beomgyu’s lips wrap around your clit, your panties pushed to the side as he sucks on the bundle of nerves, his fingers circling your hole teasingly. 

“But I do now. I care a lot.” 

Choi Beomgyu was never one to get attached— so for him to be looking up at you the way he did, like he never wanted to be apart from you again, made your heart flutter unexpectedly. 

He was messy as he lapped at your pussy, reveling in every little gasp and whimper that escaped your lips. Taehyun was just as much of a mess as you were, the kiss turning into something more primal and messy as you increased your pace, feeling him fucking your hand as he moaned against your lips, your other hand entangled in his hair as you kept him close to you. 

The two found it amusing at the way you gasped once Beomgyu’s fingers pushed inside you, taking in the way your sensitive body responded to every one of their touches. His tongue is relentless, going back and forth from sucking and licking your clit, to lapping at your soaked cunt. He’s intense, building up your orgasm quickly as he keeps your hips planted to the bed, his hands gripping onto the skin as he watches the way you weakly attempt to buck your hips into his face as he continues to fuck you with his tongue.

Taehyun watches as you quickly lose your pace, your hand stilling on his cock as he watches you get closer to your high with an amused glint in his eye. You’re begging and pleading for more, head thrown back as Taehyun slides down the straps of your dress, pulling the top down until he has access to your breasts. The added stimulation of his mouth on your nipples has you crashing down from your high, the waves of pleasure that roll over you much too intense as you slump down into the fluffy pillows of the bed. 

“Good girl,” Taehyun mumbles, leaving your nipple with a lewd “pop!” that has you flushing with embarrassment. Between your legs, Beomgyu sits up, his chin glistening from your juices as he watches the way you look away from the scene, grinning at the way you turn shy. 

“Don’t get all shy on me,” he says, squishing your cheeks as he forces you to look back at him, finding that he’s released himself from the confines of his pants. “You still have some problems to take care of.” 

Before you can catch on to what he wants, he’s taking your hands, pulling you to sit up before he’s positioning you to his liking— his lidded eyes look down at you as you try to not show how flustered you are, face leveled with his cock as you’re left on all fours, your ass in the air as you feel the bed shifting behind you. 

“What are you waiting for?” He asked, tapping two fingers under your chin as you look up at him, doe eyes shining sweetly as he resists the urge to take you for himself then and there, “suck.” 

He can tell that you’re unsure of your actions as you start, the feeling of your warm tongue swiping teasingly across his tip making him grab ahold of your head, groaning at the way you allow him to guide you down his length. 

Behind you, Taehyun watches darkly as you slowly take Beomgyu into your mouth, your glistening pussy all his as he begins to tease your entrance slowly. He takes in every movement, every sound, every reaction that you give him as he slowly pushes in, listening to the way you moan shamelessly against Beomgyu’s cock from the stretch. 

He’s taking his time with you, giving experimental thrusts as he takes note of every movement that has you squealing against Boemgyu’s cock, the vibrations only serving for the man to let out a low hiss as he tightens his grip on your hair, a smug arrogance taking over him as you let him fuck his dick into your mouth freely. 

You’re caught between the two as they use you for their pleasure, rocking back and forth with every slow thrust that Taehyun delivers. His pace is brutal as he grinds into you, matching the rhythm Beomgyu has set as the two watch you fall apart at the stimulation. 

“Our little slut looks so good like this, doesn’t she?” Beomgyu says, grinning up at Taehyun as the words slip through his lips like second nature. “Taking us both like a good little cock whore.”

“Fuck, you feel so good princess,” the contrast of the two’s words makes you dizzy, the constant back and forth of praise and degradation making you stupid in the head as you’re left to nod at their every comment. You’re a mess of drool and tears as you let Beomgyu use you like his personal cock sleeve, fucking up into your mouth freely as he watches the tears stream freely from your eyes. 

“You’re perfect,” Taehyun grunts, positioning his hips harshly into yours as you rock back into Beomgyu’s cock, not needing to do anything at all as you let them control your every movement.

“And all ours.” Beomgyu adds, wiping your tears away as he grins down at you, the feeling of your throat swallowing around him making him stutter in his pace. 

It’s insane, and in no time, the coil in your stomach is getting ready to snap as Taehyun’s pace begins to get faster, the feeling of your warm walls fluttering around him driving him closer to his high as well. His grip on your hips is brutal, and you’re falling apart the moment he finds your clit, a long whine escaping you as you allow Beomgyu to continue to fuck your mouth. They can’t take their eyes off you, watching your every move as your mouth sinks down on Beomgyu’s cock, stilling on his length as you’re left to be nothing more than a fucktoy as Taehyun chases after his own pleasure. 

Beomgyu pulls you off of him, pulling your head up as he smiles as your fucked out face, your eyes glossy and mouth left open as Taehyun keeps thrusting into you, the sensitivity leaving you a whimpering mess. He’s in awe at the string of saliva that remains connected to his tip, your tongue left out in display lewdly as you allow Beomgyu to smack his dick on it. 

“That’s it, take it,” Beomgyu says, watching as you whimper weakly at his words, “you like being our little fucktoy, hmm?”

He laughs at the way you nod helplessly, not fully processing his words as you feel Taehyun still inside you, a broken moan escaping your lips as he pulls you back into him, hips fitting snugly against yours as he cums inside, filling you to the brim as he bottoms out. His voice is heavenly as he lets out a soft moan, a string of praise leaving his mouth in stark contrast to the filth that Beomgyu continues to spew.

It takes a moment before Taehyun finally pulls out, eyes stuck on the way his cum begins to leak out of you, not thinking twice before he’s gathering the substance in his fingers and pushing it back in, ignoring the shake in your legs and the overstimulated sounds that leave your lips. 

“Such a pretty sight,” Beomgyu sighs out, pushing you on your back as he immediately slots himself between your legs, watching the way your pussy is beginning to leak Taehyun’s cum once more. He grabs ahold of your thigh, wrapping the leg around his waist as he’s pushing in, the stretch much more different than Taehyun’s— unlike Taehyun, he was much girthier, leaving you to throw your head back at the feeling. It’s easier for him to slip inside, the feeling of Taehyun’s cum still inside you making the two of you groan, the wet noises that come from your cunt enough to make you embarrassed for days.

And unlike Taehyun, Beomgyu is quick to chase after what he wants; his pace is ruthless as he pounds against you, the sounds of skin on skin filling the room and drowning out the sounds that slip from your lips. He’s mean, whispering filthy things into your ear as he towers over you, his necklaces smacking against your face as your hands are wrapped around him, hugging him close to you as the hot feeling of pleasure strikes through you once more. 

Carelessly, your hand reaches up to lace itself in Beomgyu’s hair, tugging at it on a particularly harsher thrust, watching as his head is tugged back, an unabashed moan slipping past him. His scalp stings at the feeling, but he couldn’t care less as he watches you become a mess over his cock, your other hand reaching out to grasp Taehyun’s as you listen to his soft reassurance and praise. 

The two are enamoured by you, watching the way you react to their words, your body tensing as the familiar feeling of your orgasm approaching you appears again. Beomgyu can feel the moment you fall apart under his touch, the feeling of your walls squeezing and pumping against him making him follow after you, burying his head in your neck as he fills you up as well, biting your shoulder and lapping at your skin as he begins to leave marks. You’re a panting, sweaty mess as you lay there, the two boys collapsed next to you as you’re left in the middle, the feeling of Beomgyu having yet to pull out making you clench involuntarily around him. 

“Do that again and you won’t be walking for the next week,” Beomgyu grumbles against your skin, Taehyun leaving to go to the bathroom as he comes back with a damp towel, urging the two of you to get cleaned up, much to Beomgyu’s dismay. It takes a while, but you’re able to be pulled away from Beomgyu’s arms as they watch the way their cum begins to leak out of you, spilling over your thighs and the sheets as you try to pretend you don’t see the way their gaze turns primal at the sight— you find yourself sandwiched between the two men once more, small gasps and squeals leaving you as they both take turns shoving the liquid back inside, their mouths on each side of your neck as they leave marks that they’ll no doubt be teasing you about later. 

They don’t stop until you’re a crying and shaking mess, pleading softly for them to go easy on you as they finally let you go, finding yourself freshening up in the bathroom a few moments later. You’re dressed in nothing but a t-shirt that they let you borrow— you’re not sure whose it is, but you remember hearing them fight about it just outside the bathroom door. And as you place your phone back down, deciding to leave it on do not disturb for the rest of the night, you’re happy to find that the two have left a spot empty for you on the bed, looking at you expectantly the moment you come outside.

They refuse to let you go for the rest of the night, even when you complain that it’s getting stuffy— all they can do is hold onto you tighter, smiling at the way you always inevitably give in to their wishes. 

I’m sleeping over :) 

That was the last thing Taehyung had received from your phone before he completely lost contact with you.

Tae :] 

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YOU DID NOT…

OMG U BETTER TELL ME EVERYTHING TMMRW 

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In your campus, three mysteries swarmed the minds of those who attended— except you, of course.

The rumors about your professors were false; it had been started on a simple misconception after a student had seen the two out together one night— they didn’t  hook up, but the messy divorce definitely did happen.

Two, there was nothing that special in the library's super secret prohibited section; well, usually there wasn’t. It was filled with important documents, no doubt, but you’re sure that any student wouldn’t pay much attention to the files— their eyes would instead fall on the shocking sight that they would be met with.

“How long have you— ah— been allowed back here—?” 

“Just recently,” Beomgyu grins, watching as you’re pliant and eager to the two’s touch, the feeling of Taehyun’s hand slipping past your waistband and working its usual magic making you weak in the knees. They’re as annoying as ever, wrapped around your finger as they try and fail to keep their hands off you, their new shared interest dissolving any tension that may have remained. 

Working together doesn’t seem that bad now— seeing as they’ve found only success whenever they’re messing with you, flustering and teasing you like they were born to do so. 

Oh, and the third and final mystery; you would never have to worry about it. Because as Beomgyu’s soft lips met yours, the feeling of Taehyun sucking gently on the empty canvas of your skin doing nothing to keep you calm, you had no doubt that you weren’t a part of some sick game anymore. 

They were here to stay, and they made sure to show it to you any chance they got. 

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Your Half of the Deal (iii)(Final)

Alastor x Reader

part i part ii part iii

TW: kidnapping, violence, alastor ooc probably... oh whale

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You had lost track of the time spent in that room, a near constant headache thrumming in your head due to the deep bass that you now knew resonated from the club just beyond the door. Every now and then you would recognize the faint tune of a familiar pop song—Angel often took you out to bars to escape from the Hotel—and let yourself enjoy the recognition, humming along. It was truly the only thing you could do with yourself.

You humored yourself with the thought of who your knight in shining armor may be, if one ever came. Would it be Alastor? Finally holding up his half of your soul bargain? Or maybe even Angel, stumbling across you in a bender with Cherri? Or even an unrelated third party that wouldn’t even recognize you; surely the Vee’s have made enough enemies to warrant somebody saving you just to get back at them. No matter who crossed your mind, you couldn’t get your hopes up. You were certain it hadn’t been days in here, but it had been long enough that you were starting to convince yourself nobody was coming.

You may just have to save yourself.

Due to the constant struggle against the metal restraints that chained you to the bed, your wrists had begun to blister and scab, sending dull waves of sensitive pain through your arms. Vox often visited, putting on a face of care and concern, but you knew better than to trust him. All Overlords had to be manipulative to get their way, and Vox was no exception—in fact, he may just be the worst of the worst (not including Alastor). He offered various times to help you dress the wounds on your arms, but you returned his gestures by hissing insults and lunging for that oversized television he had for a head. He kept trying, though, and each attempt at playing nice made you feel all the more crazy and violent. 

Speak of the devil, you thought with a frown as the door opened, briefly casting multicolored lights and a blare of loud music into the room before it was quickly silenced by the click of the door closing again. You subconsciously leaned towards the exit, desperately wanting to escape.

The tall, flat-faced demon strode in, head held high with, in your opinion, undeserved confidence. He was a coward. You fucking hated cowards. You let your lips curl into a sneer as he stopped a foot away from you, peering down with his own curled smirk. 

“You’ll get an infection,” Vox referred to your wrists. This shit again? You clenched your fists. “Please, let me treat them. It’s the least I could–”

“Man fuck off with that shit!” You snapped, leaning forward. You bared your fangs at him, tail lashing. “The least you could do is let me the fuck out! I’m fuckin’ hungry!”

Vox’s smile grew wider, and his eyes narrowed slightly. He took a breath in through his teeth, trying to remain polite. He sat down next to you, the mattress dipping with his weight. You took extreme care to not let yourself fall towards him from the unexpected shift.

Despite every bone in your body wanting to lunge in attack like usual, you held back. Truthfully you knew it was futile, you just enjoyed the rush you got from just trying to fight back. This time, though, you wanted to see if you could get any information about your current situation out of him. Maybe it would help you escape.

“You know we can’t let you out,” He said in a condescendingly sweet tone. He reached a hand out and placed it on your shoulder, digging his claws into your shirt and nearly into your skin when you tried to jerk away. You got the hint. “What better way to get to that out-dated Overlord than taking away his favorite toy?”

“I’m not a toy,” You said through clenched teeth. While you doubted this fact yourself, you would never admit it. Not to Vox. The smile he gave you in return was akin to an adult looking down on a naive child. It made your blood boil, and the internal battle you were having to not fly into attack mode was getting harder and harder. All the while you were talking, you kept analyzing him, looking for any semblance to a key, or anything that may serve as a lockpick. Whether to your restraints or even to the door, either would bring you one step closer to getting out. 

There was no doubt he recognized what you were doing—he was an Overlord, not a fool. Maybe he didn’t expect you to be much of a challenge, or to get very far, as he made no move to avert your prying eyes. If anything, it was like he was asking you to try, what with the way he shifted in such a way that you noticed the slight imprint of a key in his pocket. You tried your best to act indifferent. How the hell were you going to get that?

“Could you at least let me out for a moment to piss?” You kept up the attitude, but slumped your shoulders to look defeated and averted your eyes to the floor. Out of the corner of your eye you saw his smile grow, a cheshire-like grin as if he was watching a mouse play right into his trap. And you didn’t doubt you were, Vox would never be so careless as to reveal the presence of a key unless it was on purpose. It didn’t matter to you, though, because you resolved to just be stronger than he expected you to be. He was underestimating you.

“Oh, but of course! No wonder you’ve been so snippy,” He joked, idly picking up the chain that was attached to the wall with a finger as he spoke. He shifted his hand over towards your wrists, gripping them just barely hard enough to send a wave of sensitive pain through your hand. You grit your teeth and bore back any recognition of the pain as he continued to fiddle with your chains.

He produced a key from his coat pocket. This must mean that the key in his pants pocket was for the door… which, if everything goes fine, would be perfect. Without your restraints, you only had to worry about getting the fuck out of here.

Relief swelled through your wrists when the clasps fell away from your skin, fresh air soothing your raw skin. You allowed yourself a second to tenderly press your fingers against the blisters, wincing at the sting it caused. You shook your hands out in front of you and stood, watching Vox out of the corner of your eye. He stood and offered his arm to you; although, you knew it was less of an offer and more of a command. He wouldn’t let you out of here if he couldn’t hold on to you.

You slowly slipped your arm through the curve of his elbow, linking yourself to him. You allowed yourself to mentally vomit at the contact, but held your expression steady and calm as he led you out. Maybe causing a scene in public will help? Honestly doubtful—you were in Hell, after all, and demons were much too intimidated by the technology Overlord. Maybe someone you know will just so happen to be here?

Thoughts and plans raced through your mind, but none seemed plausible. At this point, you thought it was just best to throw yourself at him even if it got you nowhere. It might do you good to get some energy out at the very least. 

Your senses were immediately overwhelmed when he opened the door; bright, flashing neon lights and the deep booming bass of music swamped over you. You were no stranger to this type of scene, but after being locked up in a deathly quiet room for some time… a headache was quick to come.

Swiftly taking in the scene before you, you desperately searched for some semblance of familiarity within the sea of people as Vox led you against the wall towards the restroom. You didn’t see anybody that you knew, but caught a few curious eyes, no doubt over the fact that you were basically holding Vox’s hand. You wished you could cast out some mental signal that you did not want to be this close to the Overlord and beg demons not to get the wrong idea. 

Your attention was brought back when Vox’s arm fell away from yours, and you realized you were standing in front of the restroom. You cast him a quick look before quickly dashing into the room, thankful to finally have a chance away from him without shackles on your arms. You rested your hands on the lip of the sink, heaving a shaky breath and looking absently at the drain, tracing the pattern of the speckles of undrained water that clung to the porcelain. You tried not to let it get to you, especially not in his presence, but being so close to the Technology Overlord made every nerve in your body blaze with anxiety.

Flipping the faucet on, you let the lukewarm water run over your bruised wrists. Times like this you wished Hell had the convenience of cold tapwater, but the water nevertheless did the job of soothing your skin. You watched the water blankly for a minute, mind lost in thought over your situation. The gentle warmth of the water almost sent you into a trancelike state, and you were likely to get stuck there for a few moments just enjoying it if it wasn’t for a loud banging at the door and an impatient voice calling for you. You snapped back a retort about him rushing you, but you still turned off the faucet and dried your hands.

With a quick glance at yourself in the mirror, you gave yourself a resolute and firm look before leaving the restroom. You could do this.

You flung open the door, not taking time to observe Vox’s somewhat surprised look as his fist was still raised to continue knocking on the door. You made a mad dash past him, ducking under claws that swung at your shirt collar in an attempt to yank you back. 

“Fuck- fucking get back here!” You heard him snarl from behind you, voice unnaturally louder than the music that boomed in the room. It was as if he just… commanded the music to be quieter so he could project his own, overpowering voice. Though you knew, as the Technology Overlord, that was most likely in his limit of power, you still couldn’t help the cold feeling that the uncanny experience sent in your bones. You kept running, ignoring the shouts of curiosity from the crowd at the whole ordeal.

A strong arm wrapped around your neck, bringing you close to somebody’s chest. The sudden change of momentum and pressure on your throat made you sputter momentarily for air, but it didn’t take long for you to come to and realize how fucked you were.

“Vox! Ova’ here!” The demon who held you tightly shouted, and you managed to just barely catch sight of his face. His smile was huge and toothy, a pleased look glimmering in his eyes. He fiercely waved his hand in the air.

“You gross, good for nothing fanboy!” You cried, struggling in his grip. You brought your hands up to his burly arm and dug your claws as much as possible into his skin, yanking down and shredding his skin. He kicked you away with a pained yelp, snarling some curses at you as he nursed his arms and slunk back in the crowd, of which had formed a large circle around the two of you, undoubtedly to the bar to lick his wounds. You stood, preparing to run, but… You realized it was too late.

Vox cleared his throat behind you. He had no need to grab you—you both knew running would be futile at this point. You tightened your lips together in a grimace and clenched your fists. What would you do now? 

Fuck it, and, just like you had when you first came across him, you lunged at him. Though, this time you went lower, hurling yourself into his stomach. He stumbled just enough to give you time to send a frenzy of claws across his body, scratching anything that came within reach of you. You gripped his leg and yanked up, toppling him over before you ran once again.

You didn’t get far before something curled over your ankle, twisting around the limb and tripping you. You fell to your hands with a loud ‘fuck’ before shooting your eyes to see what the culprit was—a thin wire twisted up your leg, digging harder and harder into your skin as the seconds past. Every attempt you made seemed futile to rid yourself of Vox, and you had to bite back a cry of frustration.

“Pets don’t get far without their leash,” He spat distastefully at you. A line of blood fell from his mouth, and you couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride in yourself for making Vox feel some pain, even if the blood on his face was just a display of light.

Vox walked closer, his height sending an ominous shade over your downed body. You didn’t let yourself tremble, though you wanted to, because you truly had nowhere to go from here; you couldn’t let him know that you were afraid. You would keep fighting him, no matter what, even if it would kill you. If you weren’t going to escape this shit, you would die trying. In your frenzied mindset, you didn’t notice the growing sensation of static that prickled against your skin.

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Alastor stood in front of the club, ears flat against his head in an attempt to block out the blaring music that he could already hear from outside the doors. He abhorred places like this, finding them distasteful and a disgrace to the clubs that he frequented back in his day. Of course, he had to get over himself in that regard—finding and saving you from the grasps of that nasty TV head was more important.

His shadow had returned to him a few hours after he left the Vees’ residence, having seen Vox himself entering the club through a back entrance. He had wasted no time in making his way there, ignoring the painful thrumming of his heart and the twisting feeling his stomach made. 

With a twirl of his cane and quick adjustment to his bowtie, he made his way in, melting into his shadow to slip in the crack of the same back door his shadow had seen. When inside, he found himself in a somewhat desolate corner of the club, his ears twitching uncomfortably at the sound of the music, louder now that he was inside. He swept his red eyes across the huge room, trying to see past the swarm of demons.

A light pressure on his shoulder, which he quickly recognized came from his shadow, urged his attention towards a room just to the left of the back entrance. The door was cracked open, and he slunk towards the door, peeking in before entering to ensure nobody was there.

The room immediately sent a wave of some uncomfortably intense emotion through him, though he wasn’t quite sure what—fury, maybe?—because the room smelled just like you. His nostrils flared and his eyes immediately narrowed at the realization, and the stick of his cane creaked from the grip he held on it. He didn’t fully understand why the hint of your presence after your absence made him feel so strongly, but he did know that he was pissed, the feeling of which was only increased tenfold when he saw the shackles that lay ominously barren on the bed.

He swiftly left the room, not caring if the slamming of the door brought any attention to him. It didn’t, though, and he quickly realized that a commotion on the other side of the club had already drawn the attention of everyone. A voice—no, your voice shouted something, and another wave of that fury coursed through Alastor’s veins. He quickly moved forward, shoving through the crowd. Demons began noticing his presence as he pushed, and space was being made for him to move through.

Though he wanted nothing more than to simply tear Vox apart, Alastor quickly gained composure and stepped out from the crowd into the wide berth that had formed around Vox and you. 

Alastor met your gaze for a brief moment, noting how thrilled you looked to see him and quickly sweeping his eyes over your body and analyzing your condition. His smile curled up in a light snarl when he saw the wire that twisted around your leg. How dare that flat-faced Overlord touch what belonged to Alastor?

He turned his head towards said Overlord, whose face was lit with a multitude of different emotions. Alastor could tell his breathing was coming rapidly, and whether it was due to excitement, fear, or even both, Alastor didn’t know nor did he truly care. All he saw was a pathetic demon before him who took something that wasn’t his.

“My old friend!” Alastor exclaimed with fake friendliness, a smile lighting up his face as his arms stretched up and wide. He stepped towards Vox, an ominous shadow forming under his feet as he walked. Tiny tendrils of flame licked up from the manifesting power as Alastor purposefully made an attempt to intimidate Vox into submission. There was intense bloodlust in his veins, but he was less inclined to create a scene with another Overlord than just getting out of here with you. Plus, despite Vox’s obsession with defeating Alastor, the other two Vee’s really kept out of the feud… Alastor didn’t want to draw the attention of them as well.

Vox didn’t yield, though, and he also began walking towards Alastor, though his body language was much less friendly. His shoulders were high and tense and his claws curled into fists, a frown flickering onto the screen of his face. The two stopped just a foot from each other, and the energy in the room crackled dangerously. The music had stopped, and the crowd of demons had begun slinking out of the club, deathly quiet so as to not draw the attention from the Overlords. This wasn’t particularly necessary, though, as they watched each other with equally unyielding iron stares.

Alastor allowed one more look at you when he heard you weakly say his name. Maybe the sight of him brought you enough relief to finally let exhaustion overcome your body, because you had lost all will to fight. When he saw just how pitiful you looked, how extremely exhausted you were, he didn’t care to hold back anymore.

“I don’t let thieves get away for long,” Alastor said, his voice low and filled with static. He felt the weight of his horns as they expanded while his limbs grew unnaturally, allowing him to tower in height over Vox. In response, tendrils of wire began sprouting from Vox’s body, as well as dangling from the ceiling, poised to attack. “Somebody should’ve taught you some manners on property.”

“We’re in Hell, genius,” Vox growled back. There was an almost ecstatic look in his eyes, but his voice sounded rushed and frantic. “I know you’re old, but come on! How do you forget that?”

Alastor didn’t grace Vox with a response, an inky black spear of shadow shooting from the pool that had been forming underneath Alastor’s feet. It stabbed into Vox’s leg, who couldn’t react in time, but he stood his ground still and threw his own wave of tendrils at Alastor in return. Alastor was quick to move out of the way of the piercing wire, but he wasn’t able to avoid the three that came from above and wrapped around his torso, lifting him nearly a foot off the ground. His red eyes were steadfast of Vox, and he didn’t bother to struggle against the wire. Vox brought him closer, face inches away from Alastor’s own.

“Somebody should’ve taught you about knowing your place! You outdated–” Vox had let his guard down, if only for a moment, and Alastor took that chance. His arm surged forward and through Vox’s face, shattering the glass display. The screen immediately went black, save for the flashes of glitching display lights as the sound of his voice was cut short, replaced by unintelligible buzzing and zapping. Alastor withdrew his hand, bleeding lightly from the glass and metal, and quickly caught his balance when the wires around his torso slackened, dropping him.

Alastor easily stepped to the side as Vox’s twitching body fell to its knees and then forward, the flat screen slamming into the ground with an almost comical slap. The radio demon looked down at it for a few seconds, the corners of his smile curling in a displeased sneer. He truly wanted to avoid getting physical. Vox wasn’t dead, Alastor knew better than to get his hopes up, but his ego would certainly be bruised.

His attention was drawn away from the body, still jerking and sparking, when he heard you softly call for him. He turned on his heel, positioning his hands over his cane to lean and look down at you. You were looking up at him, picking yourself up from the sticky club floor to sit on your knees. He couldn’t keep his eyes from lingering over your haggard appearance, especially the raw, blistering skin of your wrists.

Maybe it was how pitiful you looked, peering up at him like an abandoned kitten, your eyes glazed with a mixture of tears and exhaustion, but something in Alastor urged him to swoop down and hold you in his arms. He was able to fight himself for just a brief moment, but the overwhelming sensation of relief eventually got the best of him.

A cautious step forward, an uncertain glance over your expression, another step, pause… before he finally knelt down in front of you. He looked into your eyes, searching—for what he didn’t really know—before his arms slowly slid under yours, wrapping against the dip of your waist and gently pulling you towards himself. For now he was acting without much thought, doing something he never thought himself capable of. And, strangely enough, you reciprocated the gesture. Why was his heart swelling so much as he felt you tying your own arms around his neck? 

It was silent for some time, the club long abandoned from the confrontation with the TV demon. The tender embrace the two of you shared in a rather unconventional place was likely going to be brushed under the rug, forced to be forgotten; you both knew this fact, so maybe that’s why Alastor was letting it draw on for so long. He himself didn’t understand why he enjoyed the feeling.

“Thank you,” you started slowly, afraid to break the silence. You worried that calling attention back to reality would make Alastor shove you away and walk you home like nothing happened. When he made to move to do so, you continued. “For… saving me. I really appreciate it.”

“I couldn’t leave you in the hands of that pompous Overlord,” Alastor responded matter-of-factly. Though, you did notice the sudden lack of radio ambience in his voice. You bit back the thought of making any sort of joke about him actually caring about you—now was definitely an extremely inappropriate time for that. Maybe later.

You pulled away from the embrace slightly, making eye contact with the radio demon, your faces inches apart. You saw something in those red eyes that looked back at you, a spark of some desire that you wouldn’t dare name in front of him. You would be lying if you didn’t feel the same, too. 

When had you fallen for this guy? This overimposing jerk that manipulated you into selling your soul to him to throw you around like a doll? And why? Maybe him actually pulling his weight in your deal helped you finally realize your unknown attachment to him.

In your thoughts, you failed to realize how the proximity of your faces had gotten smaller and smaller, and you were only jerked back to the present when you felt the lightest touch of his lips against yours. In shock, you had opened your eyes, but quickly closed them when you realized what was happening. 

What felt like ages was really only a couple seconds, which was the capacity Alastor could handle. He pulled himself away, and you didn’t fail to see the hue of red that heated his face, though it was light. He cleared his throat and pressed his lips into a thin line, before he composed himself into his usual happy smile.

“A siren, I see!” He joked, trying to play himself cool as he looked down at his chest to fix his bowtie. “That wasn’t part of our deal.”

You flashed him a coy grin, unwrapping yourself from the hug and struggling to your feet. He gingerly held your hand in his so you wouldn’t fall, and let you lean against him. Falling from that wire grabbing you had evidently caused your ankle to sprain, and you were just now realizing after the adrenaline had left your system. You looked up at him playfully.

part i part ii

“Surely contracts can be changed.”

Alastor hummed in response, looking forward to not meet your eyes. That wasn’t a no, though.

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Captain Price x F Reader (18+) Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: Price has tried to quell his more lustful urges when it comes to the reader, fearing he won't be able to protect them if he doesn't. But everything changes when the reader begs him to be more than just their protector.

Every day of Price’s life he gave commands. He barked them in gruff and guttural tones with such an imposing authority that they left new recruits frightened and seasoned veterans itching to kill. His words were hard because they had been aged from two decades of blood, bullets, and violence. In the brutal and savage world of war in which he had lived for so long, there was no time for pleasantries. It made forging friendships damn near impossible and thoughts of love utterly out of the question. For fuck sake even the sound of his voice had been corroded over the years by the brutality of his world.

Nothing about the way Price spoke was remotely sweet or kind. And yet as Price grabbed your waist and rested his forehead against your soft stomach he wondered why that wasn’t enough to scare you. Why hadn’t you run when he pushed you away with his dispiriting words? How had you seen through them? He wondered how had you seen through him.

“I know you’re tired, I can see that you have been for a long time.”

When you said that sentence it had nearly broken Price. Of course, he was tired. His world was completely upside down. He had joined the infantry at 16, and now decades later he was struggling to remember who he was beyond his title of Captain.

And that’s what you were asking of him wasn’t it?

You wanted Price to be more than a soldier and that was absolutely terrifying to him. As desperately as he wanted to give in to you, Price wasn’t sure he was capable of being the man you needed and for the first time in a long time, he didn’t know what to do. So here he sat frozen like a coward, face buried against your stomach and hands desperately clinging to your hips.

He was so lost… until you called him back.

“Please.” You whispered.

He had been wrong. You weren’t asking for anything. No, you were begging. And god the way you sounded when you begged…

Price snapped his head up and looked at you. As his eyes met yours his fear melted away and was replaced by an all-consuming want. He could feel it like fire burning in his chest and seeping down through the tips of his fingers that now held you even tighter.

“How am I supposed to say no to you when you sound like that?” The words spilled recklessly from his mouth.

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Something had changed. You could hear it in the lilt of Price’s voice. He spoke lower and quieter like he was reciting a prayer meant for only you. You could see it in the way his brows curved upward, softening the wrinkles on his face and making him look younger and gentler. And you could feel it in his touch at your hips, like lightning coursing straight through his hands and onto your skin.

You carded your hand from the back of his neck up through the soft hair on his head as you dropped to your knees on the floor in front of him. He leaned forward on the couch and grabbed your chin gently.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

‘Yes.” You answered without hesitation.

Price quickly slid his hand down your jaw to your neck and pulled you closer between his parted legs. He squeezed your throat slightly and you couldn’t help the muffled whine that escaped your lips before his mouth crashed into yours. Drowning out your moan, his tongue pushed its way into your mouth and your head swam. You dropped your hand from his hair and gripped both of his thighs, digging into the fabric of his pants as you tried to maintain your balance on your knees.

You could feel your pulse strengthen against his grip on your neck. The drumming beat grew faster and faster with every second he kissed you. You had seen how Price’s strong hands could be violent. You’d watched him punch and claw and fight against other men with them. But here kneeling before him and surrendering yourself to those same hands you were not afraid. He had complete command of your body and all you wanted was to feel like this forever. To offer yourself up to him without any regard was nirvana. Your body burned like a fever.

You pushed your hands further up his thighs, clawing deeper into his taut muscles and he loudly groaned against you.

Messy strings of saliva dripped from his lips as Price broke away from you. It was the most obscenely lewd vision you’d ever seen. If it weren’t for his large hand still on your throat you would have launched yourself at Price and ripped the clothes from his body right then and there, like a wild animal desperate for a meal.

“Stand up.” Price commanded.

Your chest heaved as you obediently scrambled to your feet, never breaking eye contact with him as you moved. With your hands now by your side, you missed the feeling of him underneath you so you stepped as close as you could to his sitting form, shins brushing against the cool leather couch. With any other person, you would have been embarrassed by how desperately you wanted this. But not with him, not with Price.

He reached forward and slid his hand up your clothed thigh stopping at the hem of your sweatshirt. He tugged once on your top.

“Take it off.”

It was an order and you were happy to oblige.

The room went dark as you pulled your sweatshirt over your head. Vision obscured, you felt Price’s hands move to the waistband of your leggings. His fingers dipped underneath the snug and stretchy fabric to play with the top of your underwear.

Standing in just your bra and leggings you tossed your sweatshirt behind you and looked down at Price. He licked his lips and stared unabashedly back at you.

“Off now.” Price grumbled pulling his hand out from inside your pants and snapping the waistband against your skin.

As your hands moved to push your pants down you heard him deeply exhale through his nose, like he was trying to prepare himself for what was going to happen next.

You had never felt such confidence with any other partner as you did right here and now. Wearing only your underwear in front of a fully clothed Price he looked up at you with such a wild and depraved lust that it drove you mad.

You didn’t want him anymore. Now you needed him.

“Price…” Your voice was soft.

He brought his large hand down onto his thigh with a SLAP that echoed around the high ceilings and sparse walls.

“Sit on my lap.”

Your knees sunk into the cool leather on either side of Price’s thighs as you straddled him on the couch. You slid your hands up from his stomach and rested them just below his shoulders. His chest felt incredibly warm even through his cotton shirt.

Price moved his mouth over yours. Messy tongues tangled together. God how you loved the way he kissed you. It was like he was drowning and you were his only source of oxygen.

You could feel the fabric of your underwear clinging to your body now. It had to be completely soaked through, you thought. The white cotton probably had turned to a wet mess at your throbbing cunt. You broke away from Price’s mouth and looked down as you rocked your hips forward. Sure enough, a trail of slick was left behind on his pants. You heard Price groan. You looked up and saw that he had also been watching where your hips met and had seen the wet spot.

This teasing had gone on long enough. You couldn’t wait for Price to offer you another command so you grab the bottom of his shirt and tugged it over his head. Before he could toss it away, your hands were on his pants unbuttoning and then unzipping his fly.

Price grabbed your wrist before you could free him any further. He smiled devilishly.

“Needy aren’t you sweetheart?”

You rocked forward again, seeking friction to satiate the desperate need growing in your core.

“Please. I can’t wait any longer.”

Price let go of your wrist and grabbed your ass, quickly flipping you onto your back on the couch. He pushed down his pants and underwear, as you wiggled out of your own. He crawled on top of you, one hand resting on the leather arm above your head the other slowly stroking his hard cock. His dog tags dangled off his chest.

“I don’t know why…” Price groaned as you pushed his hand away and started to jerk him up and down by yourself.

“Mmphh… fuck.” He rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes as you slid your thumb back and forth over his sensitive tip. Price’s voice cracked as he continued, “I don’t know why I can’t say no to you.”

You could feel his warm breath against your lips. His brow furrowed and the corners of his eyes crinkled in deep lines as he lost himself in your touch.

“Price, fuck me.” You whined.

His eyes shot open and you let go of him. His pupils were completely blown out and you stared into the dark pools as you draped your hands around his neck, keeping him close.

“Anything you want.” He growled as he lined himself up.

You arched your hips off the couch as you felt the head of Price’s cock slowly push its way past your entrance.

“Oh fuckkkk.” You cried. “Shittttt.” He groaned simultaneously.

Price stilled. He wasn’t even fully inside you yet but he was bigger than you were used to and you were grateful for the moment to catch your breath. Your walls fluttered against him as you adjusted to his size. One of his hands slid up from your waist to your ribs, squeezing once gently.

“Are you alright?” He asked concernedly.

“Yes just…” You bucked your hips, pushing him slightly further inside you, “just move.”

Price obeyed and slowly started sinking into you, deliciously pushing and pulling at a sluggish pace. You hooked your legs around his waist, encouraging him to slide in even deeper.

With a particular vicious snap of his hips Price bottomed out. A rattling and raspy cry escaped your lips. He grinned down at you wickedly. He was beautiful like this, taking everything you offered to him so willingly. You wanted more. You needed more. It was funny how this was becoming your mantra.

“Faster.” You begged.

Price leaned in and kissed you roughly, letting go only to push himself up to a kneeling position. He grabbed your thighs and spread your legs further apart before he started to slam his hips against yours. His dog tags swung against his chest with each aggressive thrust.

The new angle and hurried rhythm combined with the sound of his skin smacking against your own sent a shiver down your body. You felt his eyes travel over your face, taking in the way you were starting to come apart for him.

“You look perfect just like this.” Another hard thrust. “So perfect.”

You loudly whined as Price pushed your legs higher and settled them on his muscular shoulders. He wasted no time reaching in between your joined forms and pressing his thumb against your clit, drawing small circles over and over again.

“Shit.” You cried, throwing your head back against the couch. You could feel your orgasm bubbling to the surface with every skillful swipe of his finger.

“I’m gonna…” your voice faded into a desperate moan as tears pooled in the corners of your eyes.

“Let go beautiful.” He murmured after another wicked snap of his hips. “I’ve got you.”

Your legs twitched against Price’s shoulders as you came with a cry. You were panting, your chest rising and falling rapidly. The tears that had been gathering now freely flowed down your face. Your shaky legs slipped from his shoulders and settled back around his hips.

Price pushed forward and kissed you as you continued to throb and squeeze around his cock. He was possessive and needy as his mouth completely devoured yours.

His continued frenetic pace was so overwhelming that you clawed into his strong back in a desperate attempt to slow the roll of his hips. But your nails, digging angry red marks into his skin, weren’t enough to stop him. Price was a man on a mission, driven with militaristic discipline to keep you here in this euphoric place for as long as he possibly could.

“That’s it.” He growled. “Come on, keep going.”

As the waves of your orgasm finally started to subside and your muscles stopped their spasms, Price slowed down and returned to a sweeter and gentler pace. His mouth trailed soft kisses down the side of your jaw and into the hollow of your neck. You closed your eyes and lingered on the feeling of his beard softly brushing against your skin.

“Price?” You murmured.

He raised his head and his sky-blue eyes searched yours.

“Yes beautiful.”

“Can I…” Your voice was cut off by a gasp as Price dove back into your neck and sucked against your pulse point. He chuckled as you dragged your nails further down his back.

“Tell me what you want.” It was another stern command punctuated by a deep slam of his hips.

You were scared to answer.

Surely Price wasn’t the type of man to relinquish control easily. He had fought against the very idea of you two doing this for fuck’s sake. What if he said no? He probably wouldn’t enjoy it as much as you would anyways and you didn’t want to ruin this. No, it was better to stay here. You bit your lip and pushed down the idea, closing your eyes and focusing on the feeling of his hard cock plunging in and out of you.

But Price wouldn’t let you hide from him that easily. He nuzzled into your neck as he continued to fuck you.

“It’s alright. Tell me.” He licked a long stripe up your neck. “Whatever it is that you want… I’ll give it to you. I promise.” Something in Price’s voice shifted and you believed him. Maybe he could want this too.

You shoved Price hard with both of your hands slamming against his chest. He pulled out of you and sat up, quickly scrambling back on his heels in shock. His eyes were as wide as saucers and you could see a million thoughts running simultaneously through his mind. You followed after him sitting upright yourself and kissing him deeply, with your hands gently resting on either side of his face.

“I want to be in control now.” You said calmly. You weren’t sure how your voice sounded so confident and bold but you were thankful it did.

You pushed him again as hard as you could and Price lost his balance. His back landed roughly against the couch. A huff of air escaped his lips.

“I know you like to give orders…” You said climbing over his hips, settling each of your thighs on opposite sides of his. “But I want to make you feel good too.”

You scanned Price’s face and any worry you had about his hesitancy to submit melted away immediately. He was breathing faster now than when he had been slamming into you at breakneck speed.

And god did he look like an absolute mess. His lips were red and swollen, his muscles were tensing everywhere, and his hair was matted with sweat against his brow. His eyes had changed too, shifting from commanding and piercing to longing and eager. Fuck, he wanted this just as much as you did.

“Let me help you Price.” You whispered.

Price was quiet but responded by tilting his neck up and exposing his throat to you. You couldn’t help yourself. What a beautiful invitation that was. You reached forward and wrapped your hands around his throat, squeezing gently and slowly. He groaned loudly against your hands. The vibrations felt like tiny shock waves on your fingertips.

“Take what you want.” He grumbled, staring up at you in awe.

You raised your hips up and sunk down onto his cock.

“Fuckkkk.” He choked out from under your grasp. His hands gripped your waist tightly as you started to move up and down in a beautiful rhythm.

He was louder underneath you than before. With each bounce of your hips, he growled and groaned not shying away from expressing his pleasure. You let go of his throat with one of your hands and gently pushed his sweaty hair back from his forehead. He closed his eyes for a fleeting moment, savoring your touch.

“Feel good?” You asked leaning forward and kissing his temple as you continued to ride him.

“Yes.” He growled lifting his hips up to meet yours. “Fuck yes.”

He briefly closed his eyes again as you slammed down hard onto his cock. “Amazing.” He grunted, “You feel… amazing.”

Your cunt pulsated around him. His breathy words had pushed you closer to your edge. You could feel your second orgasm swelling, your own breathing becoming more shallow and your hips starting to falter. You let go of his throat and rested both of your hands on his chest, carding them through the short dark hair that grew there.

Price reached in between your legs and pressed against your clit with his dexterous fingers. You rolled your head back as he rubbed tiny circles over your bundle of nerves. It was becoming harder and harder to keep a steady rhythm like this. You weren’t going to last for much longer.

“I’m so close.” You moaned as he increased the pressure on your clit.

“I know.” He mumbled, “Me too love.”

You trembled slightly and collapsed forward onto Price’s chest. He wrapped both of his arms around you and took over, pounding up into you with an unforgiving force that felt incredible.

You rested your forehead against his and cried out as you came. Your walls throbbed and squeezed around him as your entire body shook uncontrollably. Price’s strong arms tightened around you, pinning you even closer against his chest.

“Where?” He groaned in your ear as his thrusts started to become more and more erratic.

“Inside.” You whined and kissed him, pushing your tongue into his mouth.

“Sure?” He asked through gritted teeth, after pulling away from your lips.

“Yes.”

That was it. Price couldn’t hold on any longer. He closed his eyes and you felt the muscles in his stomach tighten. His cock twitched and he buried himself deep inside of you. An incredible warmth filled your core as he painted your walls with his release.

“Fuckkk.” He hissed.

Price languishingly pumped into you a few more times before he slowly pulled out, leaving a sticky warm mess dripping behind. You pushed your hands through his hair as he gradually stilled his shuddering underneath you. His own hands rubbed up and down your back in soothing motions as he tried to catch his breath.

“You okay?” You asked softly.

Price opened his eyes and suddenly you were bouncing up and down on his broad chest as he let out a loud fit of laughter.

“I’m more than okay sweetheart.” He smiled and softly kissed your forehead. “You?” You nodded. “Good. Well, come on then let’s get you cleaned up.”

Price started to sit up.

“Wait.” You said abuptly and he paused, resting on his elbows. “I ummm… I don’t really trust my legs right now.”

Price’s smile grew even wider.

“That’s alright. I’ve got you love.”

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This is an excerpt from my much larger work on AO3. If you would like to read the whole story thus far here is the link. If you are just here for the *spicy bits* I have more fun excerpts called "Testing His Will" and "Falling Apart" here on Tumblr.

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Your work has nothing on me

Summary:  A fight on a stressed, hungry stomach can lead to snappy remarks which turn into something good;  OR the time Chuuya forgot about your very important pre-planned date.

Pairing: fem!Reader x bf! Chuuya Nakahara

Inspired by Sweetober prompt: 17 Cooking/ Sharing food

Warnings: Cursing, yelling at each other, hurt and some sweet comfort. 

Enjoy~

“Why are you all shuffling your feet like teenagers in front of their crush?” 

You watched in mild amusement, mild surprise how the two dozen well trained and exceptionally tall men, dressed to the nine’s in suits and perfectly done hair, jumped at the sound of your voice. Their attention turned instantly towards you either in horror or murderous glare; some of them had their fingers raised to their lips as if to tell you to be quiet. Others had raised their hands on the hilt of their guns as if about to shoot you for the insolent act of startling them. In response you merely crooked an eyebrow at them; half challenging them to pull their gun out at you, and half in an amused curiosity at how normally stoic foot soldiers were acting like scaredy cats. 

“ No! Really? Why are half a dozen mafia shuffling outside Chuuya’s office? IF you have missions you should be working- if you’re done then it’s just to hand in the report and go home.” you asked. When none of them replied you merely shrugged at them, readjusting your grip on the stack of take away bento boxes in your arms before moving past in the direction of the office door. 

“ Miss I wouldn’t—” One of the men started only to be cut off by a loud bang coming from behind the closed door- a silent warning? Chuuya letting out some steam? 

Judging from the row of curses that followed you concluded it was the later. Biting your lip to prevent yourself from giggling you took another step closer, almost pressing your ear to the door to hear your beloved better; “ God fucking damn it, I told them I don’t want guesses! Facts, FACTS! And I get this– how fucking hard can it be to fill out a goddamn template made for babies! God fucking damn–”

Moving away from the door you turned back to the mafia with a smile, an almost too pleased one. “ Ahh it’s report time, you’re late and all too chicken to go face his rage.”

Crickets.  

You did not bother to hide the Cheshire's grin; this was perfect. You were running low on favours you could call in without costing Chuuya an arm and a leg. “ Well then, let's make a deal? You owe me and I’ll make sure your reports get accepted without any delay fees” You shifted the containers in your arms and stretched out your now free hand, palm up, ready to receive the reports. 

The men glanced between each other before one of them cleared their throat; “ We couldn’t possibly trouble Miss with such mundane things—” 

Another loud bang could be heard from Chuuya’s office, followed by more curses, these ones more colorful than the previous bunch. All too quickly two dozen reports were neatly stacked into your arms. Then the door into Chuuya’s office was opened for you. As soon as you stepped inside, they shut it quickly and quietly behind you; and all you could hear was scrambling of feet and uncharacteristically happy yells and ‘sucker’ calls as they moved further and further from your darlings office. 

Fucking Cowards.

“ Oj did I  tell you, you could come— Oh baby” Chuuya started the scolding but shut up the second he realized it was you. He was up on his feet before the end of his sentence, coming to greet you midway through his office. His hands took the containers of food from you, not missing to steal a kiss in the process. “ Sorry sweetheart, my subordinates are fucking idiots” he said as he returned to his desk and began shuffling things about, struggling to find an adequate spot to set down the food amidst all the stacks of paperwork. 

You rolled your eyes slightly at the all too familiar complaints “ Ever thought of, I don’t know, educating them to be less idiots? Or at least participating in subordinate-recruitment?”  you asked as you came over to his desk and began blending in the newly received reports amongst the ones already littering Chuuyas desk.

“ We both know it won’t help” Chuuya sighed before turning to face you. His smile turned even more grim as he saw what you were doing. Instead of stopping you he just sat down and opened his dinner; “ Sweetheart, do you even want me home?” Chuuya questioned with a groan. 

“ Do you want an honest answer?” You asked as you glanced up, long enough to see Chuuya pause mid-bite of his spring roll, eyebrow raised, silently urging you to go on. “ Right now, no.” 

Chuuya choked. His eyes widened in surprise before he growled, his expression darkening with each passing second “ What the actual hell Y/N? I’ve been working my ass off to get this shit finished as soon as possible for us and you think that is funny?!” 

“ Then you shouldn’t have stood me up!” you snapped back, matching his loud voice with ease. “ We’ve been planning to introduce you to my family for months, MONTHS Chuuya and I had to make up excuses for the sake of your goddamn paperwork. ”  

“ What the hell are you talking about, we decided tomorrow, if you’re changing plans left and right you need to inform me, hun!” Chuuya snapped back, dropping his takeaway container of food back onto the table before beginning to search for his phone buried somewhere among the piles, clearly intending to show you each and every SMS, email and chat message you have shared with him on the topic. 

You did not seem bothered, if anything you merely rolled your eyes as you opened your own bento “ Go on, check your calendar, and today is?” you asked with another roll of your eyes as you stabbed a poor steamed broccoli with such violence you almost made a hole in the takeaway container. 

“ And today is– oh god it was today. Sweetheart I’m so sorry” Chuuya groaned to himself, pressing his gloved hands to his forehead as he silently cursed himself over his own stupidity. A light embarrassed blush dusted his cheeks which he desperately tried to push back before he looked up at you again. “ Sweets I–” 

“ Chuu the food is getting cold” you said motioning towards his container of food, a strain in your voice. “ You’re hungry, I’m hungry. Let’s not fight until we’ve eaten” you fixed him with a firm stare, your eyes just daring him to talk back and disappoint you further. Like an obedient puppy Chuuya sat back down and began eating with a little too much enthusiasm - a clear sign of his guilt. Even his paperwork was abandoned for the moment. 

Except for the sound of  chopsticks hitting bento and an occasional crunch from blanched vegetables there was silence. Something neither pleasant nor tense, just tired, somber kind.

“ Soo what kind of excuse did you give your family sweetheart?” Chuuya asked as the lingering silence between you became unbearable.. The food was half finished by then and the hungry, starving feeling was almost gone. “ Do I need to be worried?” 

“ Hmm I just told them we had a pregnancy scare” you answered bluntly keeping your voice as leveled as possible. 

“ Sweetheart, A what now? A pregnancy scare–?!” Chuuya cut off his tirade as the chopsticks in his hand snapped in half, the sound silencing him.  Closing his eyes, he took several deep breaths, trying to calm himself. When he addressed you again his voice was strained, almost tortured “ Do you really think that was the best lie you could come up with?” 

“ Who said it was a lie?” You asked tilting your head to the side. Your lips pulling up into a half smile trying to hide how much that news had affected you. The fear and happiness at the one false positive; the sadness and disappointment at the following dozen negative ones. Technically you hadn’t lost anything- everything was back at the way things were before that one positive pregnancy test. And yet somehow it wasn’t. 

Silence returned and lingered once again; neither of you knowing what to say. Your mind wondered whether Chuuya would ever want that type of family with you, or whether this half serious fling would always remain that, a fling. A part of you regretted telling him, afraid that he’d dump you now that he knew that you so clearly wanted more than what you had. Now that you’ve shown your greedy side. 

A more rational part of you knew however that if this was the end of your relationship then it was for the best in the long run. You couldn’t waste forever with a man who never intended anything permanent. No matter how amazingly sweet said man was.  You bit your lip before taking a deep breath, deciding to start on the heavy topic as gently as humanly possible; Yet all you managed to utter was his name before he cut you off. 

“ Well then sweetheart we’ll just need to get to the point where the next test is a definite positive”  he said, a light blush dusting his cheeks. Yet there was a tiniest honest smile on his lips, his eyes full of sweet adoration.

 His words touched at your heartstrings, filled you with fascination and warmth. Right then you felt you were falling in love with him all over again. “ Ohh Chuuya” you mumbled, wanting nothing else but to kiss him, to hug him, to show him how happy he made you in that very moment. Whether you would actually settle for children was a matter still to be discussed but the fact that he wanted more than what you two had now definitely made a world of difference for you. 

Before you could come over and shower him with kisses, the gentle smile on his lips turned into a boyish grin; “ But to find time for private matters, YOU will need to learn to help me with that and what better time to start than now?” he stated pointing towards the stack of paperwork. 

His words made your smile drop and you stabbed another vegetable in your bento with a little too much force, finally snapping your chopsticks in half. Talk about ruining a good moment.

Jerk.

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[mysteria157]

Chapter 4

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Black Fem Reader

Word Count: ~3.8k

CW: Profanity

Summary: When you think you’re a step ahead to keep Nanami out of your way, your world comes crashing down and makes it harder for you to decide to break the news.

Notes: Hi! Thank you all for taking the time to read. Reblogs, likes, or comments are always appreciated but not necessary &lt;3 I hope you enjoy reading!

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“Who’s the father?”

The question made you flinch, tears long since stopped running and your face was surely a mess. You couldn’t answer her and couldn’t look at her even though her silver eyes were tearing you down by the second.

“Y/n. Who is the father?”

You kept your watery gaze at your desk, hoping the silence would be enough for her.

She was quiet for longer than what you hoped for, making you antsy and tense until you eventually flicked your gaze up at her. Ome furrowed her eyebrows, her face etching into a look of pure confusion before falling into disbelief, the pieces clicking together.

“Nanami?! I know you’ve always had a boner for the guy, but I’m pretty sure the last time we were in Tokyo, he made every effort to piss you off and your affection pretty much fizzled out.”

You didn’t respond, choosing instead to look down at your hands that sat pathetically in your lap. You shouldn’t have felt so chastised by Ome. But she knew you inside and out; your goals, your values and your personality. So, the surprise was warranted. The small hint of disbelief made all the more sense as well.

“Was it when we went to the izakaya?” You nodded softly; eyes still turned away. “I tried to follow you but Gojo told me Nanami texted and said he took you home. I thought he apologized.”

Oh, he took you home alright. He took you to your hotel and barely made it inside before you both were pulling at each other’s clothes and falling into a drunken and sweaty heap on your bed.

The sudden heat in your cheeks pulled you back to the present, your mind racing with every intricate detail of that night before you shook away the thoughts. Now wasn’t the time.

“What happened? Did he…you know…?”

You paled and scoffed harshly.

“No. He may get on my last nerve but Nanami isn’t a monster.” 

You went into detail about that night, describing the conversation between you both before stopping when things got entirely too explicit. 

“I thought things would be a little better after that but I woke up and he was gone and I got this instead.”

You pulled out your phone, scrolling to a chat that you wished you should have deleted sooner. How Nanami managed to get your number, you’ll never know. The only ones from Tokyo who had your number were Shoko, Gojo, and Yuji. Any one of them could have slipped him the number under the guise of wanted to discuss work related matters. You slid the phone to her, your gut churning as you watched her read the message exchange.

Nanami Kento: Y/n. I apologize for leaving abruptly this morning. We were both incredibly intoxicated and made a decision that shouldn’t have occurred. I should not have kissed you. It was against my better judgement and I apologize for making you uncomfortable. Such a mistake will not happen again. 

You did not make me uncomfortable and I understand. 

Nanami Kento: Great. Have a safe flight.

“I’ll kill him.”

Ome’s words were laced with poison, permeating the air and making your skin prickle. She let the phone clunk onto your desk, pulling away from you to pace back and forth.

“He could have just told you that in person. Fucking coward, sending it through a text. I’ll beat his ass. Pull out his Scandinavian looking hair and stuff them down his throat.”

The room was thickening with tension, your nerves fraying and your head pounding, and you could feel your throat closing up, the usual anxiety placing its heavy hands on your shoulders as you let out a shaky breath.

“It was just one night. I had gotten over it really.” 

You hadn’t.

“But I have an IUD…we used a condom…I was careful, Ome.” Your words cracked at the end, tears swimming in your vision as your emotions fluttered away from you, slipping through your fingers like melted butter. “I was careful…”

She stopped pacing, sensing your unease and coming to kneel in front of you.

“I know you were, honey. But unfortunately shit happens….and the important question right now is, are you going to keep it?”

You shook out a watery sigh, brushing away fat tears as you tried desperately to get yourself under control. The thought of an abortion had crossed your mind briefly, so fleeting that you never really let the idea simmer. Of course, you wanted a little more time in life. You were already twenty-nine but even another year or two would have been great. You could earn more money, get a higher position, find someone to settle down with.

But not everything goes according to plan and maybe this was karma for always trying to be predict how your life was going to go. While you wanted a partner to be there for you…you could do this on your own. You’ve gotten this far with your own hard work and dedication, raising a baby would be more challenging but not impossible.

You had a house that could be a home for even two children—three if you wanted to push it; a nice backyard, a good neighborhood, great schools. It was doable. And you had Ome, who would be more than enough.

“I’m keeping it. I don’t need him to raise a child. But I still need to fucking tell him and I just—” You groaned softly, wiping at your face as your eyes began to sting again. “Jin wants me to come with him to Tokyo next week for a new project that I’ll have a larger role in. I can’t avoid him; he has to know. But I can’t do this by myself Ome.”

“I’ll come with you.” She was steadfast in her response, soft hands rubbing your arms. “Don’t argue with me. You and I both know Jin would let me go with you in a heartbeat. I’m not going to let you do any of this alone.”

“Stop being so nice.” You tried to tease her through your flickering voice, body beginning to shake as your throat tightened even more. You wrung your hands together, skin tingling and beginning to perspire with cold sweat. Your chest gave a painful lurch and you could practically feel your heart beating against your ribcage. “I don’t deserve it.”

She scoffed, placing a hand on your cheek before turning you to face her. Your vision was shaking and suddenly you realized your entire body was trembling with fear.

“You’re not going to the guillotine, you’re pregnant. But you’re also having an anxiety attack, so I need you to breathe.” You followed her instructions, pulling a shaky but long breath into your lungs before exhaling. Eventually the heart palpitations stopped, the trembling reduced to intermittent jolts, and your hands had cooled against your legs. “You know exactly what you deserve, and self-loathing is not it.”

She pulled you onto your feet and went about tidying up the office; she closed the blinds, shut off the computer, gathered your purse and held out your jacket for you. You wordlessly shoved your arms into the sleeves and smiled softly at her as you pulled your purse over your shoulder. You rushed into her arms, burying your face in her shoulder as she rubbed your back soothingly.

“I told you once in middle school that I would protect you, and I will continue to do so. Just me and you, buddy.”

“Thank you.”

She hummed in reply, the motion of her hand on your back relaxing you slowly.

“I haven’t kicked a man’s ass in a long time so I might be a little rusty.”

You shook a wet chuckle into her shirt.

***

Gojo Satoru: Why did I have to find out from Yaga that you’re gonna be in the office tomorrow? Do you not like me? I thought we had something going here.

I honestly wanted to surprise you. 

Gojo Satoru: Lies.

Ome is coming.

Gojo Satoru: I forgive you 😘  

You were only expected to be in Tokyo for a few days but already your phone was blowing up with messages from Yuji, Shoko, and Gojo. It brought you a small feeling of warmth to be so accepted by people who had only known you a few weeks. You had always kept to yourself growing up. The tiny group of friends that you and Ome did have moved overseas after college and while you maintained contact, it wasn’t the same as seeing each other in person. You were just naturally introverted and were content to go to work, partake in a few hobbies when you had the time, and be a homebody.

So to feel Gojo pull you into a bear hug when you walked into the office that Monday, you savored the feeling of having more people who wanted to be close.

“Where is my lover?”

You couldn’t tell if his persistence with Omelia bordered on delirium or fear of rejection.

“She’s with Yaga and Jin, and she’s definitely not your lover.” 

You could have told him that Ome had a boyfriend, but even you weren’t really sure what the status of that was anymore. She spent most of her time complaining about him but not actively trying to leave him. Even after cheating. Regardless, it wasn’t your business to tell and you wouldn’t risk Ome’s privacy and trust. But Gojo was surprisingly nice—even if a little eccentric and chaotic—so Ome couldn’t strangle your neck if you gave him a little nudge.

After all you were pregnant, she wouldn’t be able to strangle you for a least the next ten months anyway.

“Stop trying so hard with her. If there is one thing Ome hates, it’s men who act like they have it all.” He opened his mouth to protest. “Even if you do have it all Gojo, carrying on like an annoying teenager will only earn you a punch in the face from someone like her. Like most women, she naturally hates men. But unlike most women, she will get violent if you don’t calm the fuck down.”

He shuddered; bright blue eyes filled with playful desire. The action made you chuckle softly, your face curling into a grimace.

“My soulmate.”

It was during the first team meeting of the day when Jin announced the new project that would be completed by both Tokyo and Sendai branches and that you would be working as a Co-Lead. Everyone seemed excited about the prospect, especially Yuji. You couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm as he asked his father questions, ignoring Megumi’s gentle but annoyed demands to stop talking.

You already knew to expect the glower from Nanami.

You did your best to ignore him, you really did. But just the quick glance in his direction and your eyes caught the subtle hint of disapproval in his eyes. Through the dark tint of his glasses you could see his brown irises oozing discontent. His words from five weeks ago echoed in your head, pounding in your ears and making you feel small and unimportant.

Your ideas were good. They were useful and everyone loved them. You were confident in your abilities.

So, you shot a sharp look back at him, challenging him silently as everyone else talked around you and fell into a lull in the background.

“Reworking a system that has been nothing but efficient makes no sense, wastes resources, and does nothing for no one.”

He was wrong. There was always room for improvement, and you could help make things so much better if he just pulled his head out of his ass and paid attention to you.

“Why do you care so much about my opinion?”

You watched him take a characteristic deep breath, his posture slouching forward slightly as he rested his chin atop one of his large hands, eyes not leaving yours. You refused to give in, narrowing your own at him stubbornly and trying your best to ignore the heat in your gut as he lifted an angry but perfect eyebrow.

No. You were in charge this time. You called the shots and you would be ready to tell him to shut up the moment he tried to voice any disagreement with you.

That night meant nothing in the grand scheme of things when you had a job to do.

Even though his mouth that was currently pressed into a firm line had also kissed, licked, and bitten almost every inch of your skin that night, it meant nothing. Even though his efficiency at the office carried quite well into the bedroom when he made you cum three times, it meant nothing. And even though the voice that normally shot down your suggestions had done nothing but encourage and groan and praise you as you begged for release, it meant fucking nothing.

But it meant something now that you were carrying a product of that night, now that you would have to tell him he was the father of your child.

If you even told him.

No, of fucking course you were going to tell him. How that was going to happen, you had no idea. But until then, you knew he would go above and beyond to keep the project from going your way.

Yaga was initially a little puzzled when you asked that approvals be routed to another director instead of Nanami. It was a ballsy move that had taken your entire stay in Tokyo to finally make the decision to speak to him.

“I mean no disrespect to Nanami-san, his work is fantastic, but I think it’s no deny that he is not the most…supportive to processes outside of scope.” Yaga had simply chuckled, his hard features relaxing slightly as he contemplated your words. “Please do not remove him from the project. I would still like him involved, but in order for this project to actually go live, we need eyes that are going to see all aspects, even if they are different.”

The minute he approved your ask and sent an IM to Nanami to see Yaga in his office, you knew it wouldn’t be long until he would be looking for you. You just needed to get to 5pm, hurry to the airport and settle for a scathing phone call in Sendai where you wouldn’t have to see Nanami’s face.

You thought you were in the clear.

You shouldn’t have been so confident in yourself.

You were furious as you stood in front of your boss and Yaga in his office. Whatever Nanami had told Yaga seemed to be enough to rescind the decision to remove him from the approval process and dissolve the co-lead position as Jin would be more than enough. Yaga had muttered something about the sensitivity of the project, the visibility of higherups that would be involved and Nanami’s ‘years of experience with an eye that can catch things most miss’.

He was still babbling on and on but frankly you didn’t really care anymore. You had been made a fool of and reduced to nothing but an associate from another branch trying and failing to make a difference.

The more crushing blow came from Jin’s lack of defense. Even with his characteristic soft eyes and gentle smile, his face clearly showed he had conceded to Yaga’s words, agreeing with him in ways you didn’t understand. He had mentored you. Shown you everything. Having you co-lead was his idea. He had insisted that the decision to dissolve the position was from the higherups and the higherups alone, Nanami had not suggested it but he definitely insinuated that they would be looking.

But even still…

The sharp pang of betrayal was heavy in your chest, turning painfully like a knife and making your eyes burn. You blinked away the tears before smiling at them both and agreeing with their decision. You didn’t have the energy to argue but you could feel the betrayal melt and morph slowly into raw and unbridled rage.

Nanami fucking Kento.

The stress of finding the appropriate time to tell Nanami about the baby fell at your feet in that moment when you closed the door to Yaga’s office quietly and stormed to Nanami’s office. You didn’t knock, all sense of decorum had evaporated the minute you saw that stupid gold name plate on his door and yanked it open.

He was expecting you. Of course, he was. He was the poster child of apathy as he sat reclined in his red leather chair with one leg crossed over the other, arms folded over his chest that made the fabric of his blue button up shirt stretch tight over muscles you had scraped your nails down weeks ago.

“You’re a piece of shit!” you hissed angrily at him, your fists clenching hard at your sides. “You’re a piece of shit that would rather go about his mundane life, doing the same things over and over because that’s what’s expected of him.” His indifferent stare slowly faded into one irritation, hands minutely clenching his arms. “Clock in at the same time, go about the same mind numbing routine during the day, clock out at the same time. You do the minimum of what is required to make your life easy and admonish anyone else who chooses to do more.”

He didn’t respond at first, his mind spiraling with scathing retorts that he wanted to throw your way. He hated the truth in your words. Or the truth to some degree. The bare minimum was all that was really necessary to get the job done, and he got the job done well. He made good money, got home at a decent time, got to enjoy the things he could in his spare time. Why do any different?

“But you went out of your way to make me look like a fool to Yaga because what?! Because I want to do better? I want to do more and make a difference?!”

“No.”

You bit the inside of your lip, holding back a plethora of curses that you wanted to slew in his direction.

“I went out of my way to make Yaga see reason that he was letting someone who has no idea of how this branch works, try to take the helm.” He stood slowly, walking around his desk before long legs made their way to you. You were shaking with anger to a degree that was making you lightheaded. There was no point in trying to hide your emotions from him. He had crossed a line that had released the shackles of your professionalism around him.

That familiar scent of his cologne slowly drifted up your nose, teasing and seductive, trying its best to make you pliant and submissive. You wouldn’t give in. You wouldn’t. Not this time.

“Your ideas are not bad, y/n. But with this environment, in this kind of office, they will only do more harm than good. To everyone else you are the breath of fresh air that can bring this company to the top of the marketing food chain. But I see right through you. All your suggestions are nothing but a desire for attention.”

The rage flared in your gut, your eyes widening in defiance as you opened your mouth to argue.

“You’re a bright eyed marketing specialist that just wants to be seen, a status climber with no regard for the long term effects of what you want to bring to the table. You’ll do anything to get ahead, even if that means tearing down the company that helped elevate you.”

The sound of your hand making contact with his face should have shocked you. Nanami’s head, that was knocked to the side from your harsh slap, turned back to you, his eyes wide in alarm and cheek blooming red.

You were delirious with rage, shoulders heaving deeply as the smell of hate leeched through your pores. You never would have expected those words to come from his mouth, no matter how serious and stoic he naturally was. You ignored the alarming bells of workplace assault in the back of your mind.

You didn’t care. You didn’t fucking care. He deserved it.

“Well, I’m glad to know how you really feel. That makes this so much fucking easier.” He still hadn’t moved, his eyes beginning to blink away the shock as he gaped down at you. “I’m pregnant.”

You didn’t think he could look more shocked as the words spat from your mouth. You didn’t take pity on him, if anything the expression on his face only fueled your words more. 

“I’m keeping it, even though you have no say in the matter. I don’t need your help and frankly I don’t want it. If you want to be involved in the child’s life then I won’t stop you, but I have ten months to be away from you until then.”

You walked to his door, ignoring his silence before you turned to look back at him. “You were right by the way. That night was definitely a mistake. And while I don’t regret the fact that I’m pregnant or that I’ll love it any less, I think I’ll hate the thought that you’re the father for a very long time.”

You didn’t slam the door this time, the anger seemed to evaporate from your body the minute the a/c from the hallway hit your face.

When you finally saw Ome, the look on your face must have been enough for her to piece together what happened. She didn’t speak, didn’t ask for an explanation, didn’t try to tease you to put a smile on your face. She simply helped you into your coat, put your purse over your shoulder and grabbed your hand. Her soft skin was like a tether, grounding you as much as possible to the present and reminding you that you weren’t alone.

You didn’t see Nanami as you said goodbye to Geto and Gojo or when Yuji pulled you into a teary hug, even though he would probably see you in a few weeks. But you were glad Nanami didn’t seek you out, because you didn’t know if the sight of his face would flare the anger inside of you again or make you burst into tears.

This should have been different. It should have been a heartfelt moment; a pregnancy test wrapped in a cute ribbon as you presented it as a surprise to him. It should have been tears of happiness, two people lovingly coming together to celebrate the beginning of new life brewing in your belly.

But as you were slowly and painfully beginning to accept, nothing goes as planned. No matter how hard you worked.

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"I love, you love. This love, we're professional..."

➢ !Dom¡ Ryohei Arisu ♥︎ Afro-Latina Reader

☕︎ word count ・3.2k (This late ass lil Valentine's Day smut, I'm so mad bc I wanted to post this on valentines Day but I ended up changing some things around.♥︎)

⚠︎NSFW WARNING⚠︎

cw ✐ outside the borderland universe, valentines day sex, shy arisu turning into dom, sensual, passionate, roughness, dirty talking, teasing, arisu eating reader out, cowgirl, missionary, reverse cowgirl, swallowing, submissive reader, moaning, whimpering, groaning, arisu being a good boyfriend, only Arisu Ryohei's perspective

✍︎ Summary = Not only had it been Valentine's Day, but it was also the day that Arisu showed his all to you. Being your boyfriend of just 1 year, he wanted to end this Valentine's Day off with a banger. As you're met with his surprise, you also find him hiding away from you (knowing his cowardness). After met, you encountered with his aggression, his frustration with himself, handing it all out to you in the most sinful way. ✧

It felt like she was never going to walk through that door, time unexpectedly reached a standstill lingering for her urgently to open that door and die from the death-defining adornment of all my love scattered through the apartment loft.

Anxious, I spent hours trying to find the best-looking outfit I could find and made sure it was her favorite color. Midori, the creation of yellow and blue. A green dress suit that complimented black pants and a pair of dress shoes embodied on me. I only desired perfection yet, she wouldn't want it any different. She would be happy even if I wore black sweats and a white t-shirt. From what I can recall earlier, she preached, “Please don’t go overboard about today, when I come back home, let's just smoke and lay in each other's arms? That could be our lil Valentine's Day right there." however, I feel like sometimes she doesn’t know how tenacious I can be when I listen to her.

Call it crazy, I was never the type to do anything so grand as this. Granted, I’m best with my hands yet I’d never expected to create an outbreak of devotion to her. Petals of roses scattered all over the floor, the flame of the candles shining so bright like an August day, inhaling the air of romance in the atmosphere, and centering the stage with her favorite songs faintly singing their way throughout the place….

God, she's gonna kill me…

“Shit Y/N, stop making me panic like crazy just hurry please…” I prayed in my head, disregarding the fact that the more I kept my eyes on the door the more I’d be tempted to faint. “C’mon baby, make it home quick.”

Pacing, fidgeting of fingers as I tried to ignore how nervous I was. “Shit.” I groaned to myself, placing my arms behind my head. For a moment, I thought I heard keys fidgeting at the door. Anxiety rushed all over me again, striding toward the door and then taking a slight step back.

“Fuck,” I groaned, “I-I can’t do this…” I uttered in my head.

“Baby I’m home-“ She spoke before being astounded at the place. I could sense her soft footsteps kissing the floor, loving every moment of this affection. Nonetheless, I hid in the master bathroom. Heart pulsating out my chest, I had no clue why I felt terrified to meet her.

She drives me crazy, I hate the way I get with her…

I hate that she tenses me up without doing absolutely anything to me…

Her gentle voice sang out my name yet I refused. It was guilt, agitation, and love fighting in my body right now. I couldn’t regulate to move.

“Ryohei? Where are you amor come out,” She questioned, sauntering up the stairs to the bedroom. “Baby you don’t understand how in love I am with the place. You didn’t have to do this.”

“G-Give me a second hani, I-I’m in the bathroom.” I notified her, head thrown into my palms as I elongated a groan.

“Hey…” She expressed, embracing her body against the bathroom door. “Don’t hide from me. Don’t be nervous baby, I love what you did. Thank you for that.”

A weak giggle flew from my lips, “Hani I’m fine I swear. I just had to use the bathroom that’s all. You love it huh?”

I could hear her voice pitch up scarcely, chuckling while battling to open the door for me. “Ryohei c’mon, I wanna see you.”

Hesitated, my hands trembling as if the temperature plunged in the room. I held my breath for an instant, my hand reaching out for the knob. A slight turn for the lock, gradually opening the door was all I needed to do before her eyes lit with a thousand stars.

“Hi…” I spoke, shoving my hands in my pockets as her eyes scrutinized my frame.

“You went all out for me,” She confessed, creeping closer to me with her hands elevated towards my chest. “You look so handsome cariño, oh my god…” She adored, inclining her head against my neck.

“I’m sorry for-“

“I know it’s okay, you went all out for me I know this probably overwhelmed you.”

“I just feel like I made this awkward now. I hid away from you and it’s like…I’ve been waiting for you all day you don’t understand mama I-

How swiftly, her lips shut my doubts up. Her fingers, locked themselves up behind my waist. Her tongue, communicating with mine. She made me melt in her embrace, I didn’t know where to position my hands. It was so bad how this kiss instantly made me desperate for her.

My head tilted inwards, permitting her hand to crawl up my back to the strands of my hair. She certainly knew for a fact that this was all gonna be in her control yet, I desired things to change for a second. Her free hand seizes my neck as her kisses trailed down my lips to my jawline. I guess this was her turn to show me her devotion to me cause, it had me to a point where it illustrated all over my face how badly I wanted to touch her beautiful body. All her pent from work, relieved from my bare hands. Even though she was always the one to command, I yearned for this to be all about her.

“How was work baby?” I communicated, my hand going for the back of her head as she made love to my neck.

“It was slow, but…All I thought about was you. I couldn't wait to get here.”

“That's…” I spoke before sighing at her gentle bites. “Good to hear baby, I've just been doing this all day.”

“I can tell, you do love me.” She whispered in my ear. Kissing it gradually, she was luring me deeply into her pool of lust.

“C’mon baby, let me take this off you.” I offered, taking her coat off. As she became free from the restriction of her puffer coat, her hands latched onto my entire body. “Baby, it's okay you don't gotta rush.”

“It's not me rushing, you deserve this.”

“I deserve this? All I did was just show you how much you mean to me, you always show me how much you love me. Granted I do, but I wanna do it in a form-”

I could feel her taking the lead, slowly walking back to the bed as she clung to me. “Mi amor, you talk too damn much. Just look pretty and let me do everything okay?”

I giggled, “Alright don't fuck with me like that."

She giggled in unison, “You’re everything to me. I love you, but you need to realize how much you are worth. You're worth everything fucking thing on this planet.”

I guess this was it.

I guess this is where it ends.

All this shyness, is gone.

I guess, this was where I made a mark.

I pushed her onto the bed, leaping on top of her frame. My hands grasping her neck as if she disrespected every inch of me. This went along with a harsh, desperate kiss.

I heard a whimper, yet that didn't cross my mind at all. I could tell she was surprised with every bit of emotion rushing throughout her body in this moment. Mainly, I was focused on one thing.

“Nobody’s ever told me that before until I met you. You love me too damn much, that's one thing I fucking hate about you. I hate how you make me feel this way and don't let me do anything in return.” I spoke right in her ear, her pants in mine as a form of a response.

“Ryohei…” She sighed.

“I want you,” I demanded, finding my way down my belt buckle. “I want you to let me do everything.”

Her hands reached on my belt, supporting me with unbuckling. Crazy, it seemed like I had her wrapped around my finger.

Assertive, her hand went inside my pants.

Heart felt, the way I spoke in her ear.

Temptation, her hands trying not to go any further.

“I won't stop you at all.”

“Y/N…”

“Do it please, I promise I won't stop you.”

Her desperate hands found me in my boxers, exposing myself on her own. Her kisses deprived my lips again, this time with a sense of belonging to be submitted to me.

Her defeat, she wanted this from me all along.

So in my response...

Don't hold this back, let it out….

First, it was me losing myself in between her legs.

Her thighs were gripped with my cold hands as I kissed the lips of her deprived pussy, darting into her eyes while I licked her sensitive clit. She felt the exhilaration instantly, her hands lost in my hair as she whimpered for me to slow down and stop. Still, such a beautiful woman who doesn't know how hard-headed I can be.

"Fuck." She moaned, "Ryohei just like that, lick me like that."

I answered her demands, licking her til she would see stars while I had my free hand teasing the entrance of her hymen. Entreating her right, she kept trying to close her legs yet I retained them open with all my might.

"You're all in my mouth." I teased, "All in my mouth."

She winced, panting at my fingers fucking her, imitating what I had planned for in a moment. Her begs and cries, all in my ear like a siren luring in a sailor. She had me hypnotized.

"I've never been so jealous of fingers in my life." I teased once again, "Mama, why are you holding yourself back?"

"I-I'm not."

"No?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Why are you lying to me?" I spoke, inching myself up to her face. "Don't lie to me."

I then lost myself in her eyes, brushing her hair from her cheeks. Nobody said anything, just a swift grab from her back, switching positions that transitioned this moment.

Her warm skin was positioned on top of me as her hand latched on my chest while straining to place me inside her. Her eyes revealed all her lust, how she begged for me without even saying a word. Gradually, she consumed all of me. Songs in unison, allowing me to thrust deep inside her warmth. It was as if this was the last day we'd be together. Who would have known, I'd be the one in control of this.

“Hold my hands mama, let me help you.” I panted, observing her lustful face as her body fucked with mine. “Nobody can hear you let it out for me baby.”

“Don't say that Ryohei.” She moaned, tossing her head back.

“Why?” I conversed, “The way I'm talking to you, does it bother you?”

“You know exactly what you're doing.” She groaned, vigorously grinding herself to the profound thrusts I provided.

“Tell me then, what am I exactly doing then? Speak to me mama, tell me what I'm doing to you.” Overstimulated, her hands released mine and grasped on my neck. This encouragement I gave was gonna finish with something grand I persisted to myself. However, it seemed like even when this is finished. She's gonna want more.

My cold hands rushed to her nipples, caressing them with gentle squeezes. The evil giggles she made that were intended with lust filled my ears, moaning afterward when I brought her close for me to suck on.

“I want you on top.” She panted faintly.

“What did you say?” I questioned, slowing my strokes.

“Please,” She panted, “Get on top of me.”

My eyes dilated, soon switching positions. She looked so innocent, like a porcelain doll. So fragile if I were to even touch her, she’d break. My arms found themselves beside her head as she held the support placing me inside her again. Silk soft legs, trapping me around my waist as a so-called embrace.

“Is this a trap?”

“What are you gonna do if I say yes?”

Aggressive, I thrusted once. Her gasp left her lips however before getting just a slight exhale, I placed my index finger right inside her needy mouth. Creeping myself closer to her face, she was like a model, a sight of pure beauty to me. This was all mine.

All of her was mine...

All of mines, to ruin...

Sounds of sin, the aroma of sex, the sloppiest of kisses, the sensing of sweaty skin, all at once could be seen as a form of art. My hand went from her lips to fondling her chin as the other maintained my balance, compelling her to look directly into my eyes as I slowly stroked up the pace.

“You want it like this baby?” I moaned, observing her surrender her beautiful body to me. "Tell me your beautiful thoughts I promise it won't hurt to just tell me."

“I-I can’t,” She panted, straining to fuck me in unison. “Control me fuck, I feel like such a whore Ryohei I'm sorry-”

“No no, fuck me like a whore then, don’t be scared baby. Show me how much of whore you can be to me.” I encouraged her, leaving her to snatch my hand and kiss my fingers, slowly suckling them.

“Ruin me, ruin me.” she entreated. First my thumb, then my index finger along with my middle. She replicated what she would do to me, It was to a point where I could die right from how much of a slut I turned her into. Neediness overfilling her eyes as she wished for me to cum...

Was it bad that I faintly felt it?

“Ruin? Did I bother you too much hani? I'm sorry, that's all my fault. Isn't it?” I giggled, moaning afterward.

“Don’t apologize,” she panted, removing my damp hair that began to cover my eyes from the thrusting. “I love everything you’re doing to me.”

“I forgot to tell you how beautiful you looked today. Mama is this what you want from me?" I intended, my lips inches away from hers. "Yes, this is what you want, right? You want me to talk to you like this when I fuck you like this baby? Tell me I know you do." Brown profound eyes, darting right into her soul as she hesitates to choose which action to make, panting or moaning her heart out of the pleasurable feeling of me penetrating her swollen pussy. Her grip was so strong I couldn't help but moan to her embrace on it.

Her eyes were in such worry yet, smiling like a complete slut at my weakness. Her right hand on my neck, resisting herself to combust from me. “Keep talking like that and I swear I’ll cum all on you.”

“Do it, mark all the things that belong to you. Mark your territory baby, cum on my dick.” I intended, deepening my penetration to hit her where it hurts.

Her head was sunken into the pillow and her hand that existed on my neck soon felt her body. Rushing hands, all on her breast. Generously squeezing her nipple to the stimulation, god it was all my fault she acted this way with me. Her luscious lips were soon bitten. I could tell she was starting to feel her climax.

“I…I can’t…Ryohei…” She moaned, arching her back leaving me to slide my hand under. Obtaining her close, I departed subtle kisses on her neck down to her chest.

“Do everything on me. Like I said before, show me how much of a slut I turned you into.” I groaned, maneuvering my head to her deprived breasts, brushing her finger away to allow placement of my tongue on her nipples. Sucking passionately, I offered her soft bites to signify my admiration to her breast instead of just her pussy and her lips. And so, just when I thought this session would last for a while longer, I winced at myself gaining a strong sense of sensitivity. “Tell me where you want me to cum mama, give me what you want.”

She panted, “No, no don’t do it yet, please. I wanna keep going please, don’t stop Ryohei please.”

I awed, “I’m making you feel good, aren’t I? You want more of me huh?”

“S-Shut up.”

“Shut up? Mama think before you speak. You said you love everything I’m doing, right?” I taunted, pulling out of her. “You told me to ruin you, don’t take back anything.”

“R-Ryohei why did you-”

She found herself on top of me again, this time her eyes darting to the ceiling. My grip, so profound, and down on the stands of her hair, her back arched to the tension. Devouring, her needy pussy embracing my dick made my body rush with nerves. God, I’d loved to watch her fuck me if we placed mirrors on the ceiling. Observing her face full of pain from my thrusts, her perky nipples all alone likewise yet the hypnotic bouncing would be such a movie I’d reminisce every single fucking day.

“Lose yourself to me Y/N, let me be the only one to see you like this. I wanna be the only one to make you this filthy.”

The exertion she had was overwhelming mine, I felt depleted to where I lost grasp of her hair. She sensed me discharging, “Amor, please. Don’t stop please, let me help you.” She pleaded, going on all fours. “I need you.”

The minute she slid up, I directly jerked up from the sensation on my tip. Yet, she never left that spot. I worshiped every moment, her pussy fucking my tip knowing damn well she desired for me to cum.

“You want it inside you mama? Advise me.” I demanded, seizing her arms and bearing them back aggressively, gasping on her back. “Let me do it inside you, let me cum inside you.”

“Do it then Ryohei, let it out please.”

“Y/N, I'm starting to...W-Wait I feel it.”

My eyes latched, throwing my head back as I moaned as loud with all the strength I still had.

Yet, this feeling only grew stronger.

Grasping my hair, I couldn’t help to sustain my body from all this pleasure.

But, once I opened my eyes. Her beautiful eyes were met with mine, but her mouth was full of me.

“I thought…I thought I came inside you….” I huffed, wincing at her subtly licking me.

“You really did lose yourself." She giggled, following her tongue down my shaft.

“Fuck,” I huffed, “You're an evil woman y’know?”

“Yeah, you know I love you right?”

“Uh-huh”

Her tongue had found a home on my dick, licking my hardened tip as she motionlessly kept her gaze on me. “Good, I want you to remember that.” She grinned, spitting on it as she watched me jolt up again.

“Y-Y/N!?…” Whines, the pain yet pleasure filled my soul. Seizing her hair, I forcefully fucked myself into her filthy mouth for a moment. “That’s what you wanted huh? All of me in your mouth right like this?”

Her soft giggles flew in the air, “Yeah, it seems like you wanted it more than me.”

I soon hauled her up to my face, kissing her passionately as I released her from my grasp.

Once again, she got on top of me but soon began wrapping the covers on us. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I spoke, caressing her in my arms as I kissed her forehead. “God, you took everything outta me.”

As we snuggled in each other’s arms, it went silent. Taking in this void of quietness, my lips soon parted those soft, heavenly words of...

“Hani, I forgot to tell you once you got home...Happy Valentine’s Day.♥︎"

#aib arisu #alice in borderland #arisu ryohei #imawa no kuni no arisu #lumiz' works #alice in boderland x reader #aib x reader #aib smut #aib x you #smut #imawa no kuni no alice #female reader #aib imagines #kento yamazaki #hiatus #i havent posted in so long #arisu smut #lumizwrld #the weeknd #valentines day

[bluwurld]

A/N : A continuation of this drabble.

TW: dubcon because the reader is intoxicated/ also kidnapping?

Mafia Sukuna who’s so quick to get sick and tired of you crying over your ex. Don’t you understand how much it pains him to see you so sad and all over a worthless piece of shit like him? He left you remember? So quick to run off with his tail between his legs once he found out who exactly it was that he’d been dealing with.

Sukuna didn’t even have to confront the coward himself to make it all happen. Four years of your happy, healthy relationship down the drain with just a couple minutes of wicked encouragement from one of his men, that’s all it took for your fiancé to disappear into thin air like he’d never even existed.

He wanted to give you time, but he hated seeing that contagious bright smile he adored so much becoming a rarer sight each passing day. He couldn’t leave you be much longer. Not with how lonely you looked, curled up in your big bed all by your self. It was worse when you were frustrated, so much so that it made you cry and just resort to sleeping instead. You hadn’t been able to finish for weeks now. All he wanted to do was climb in bed with you and make all your little problems go away, like he knew he could. But the inability to instantaneously do so was slowly driving him over the edge.

So it was only natural that he decided to take matters into his own hands. The opportunity presented itself flawlessly when he found you at one of his own nightclubs, if there’s anything he’s learned by watching you all this time it’s that you didn’t drink, certainly not in a place like this, unaccompanied on a weekday. But surely that wouldn’t last long, not with the way you looked. His pretty little thing, stealing the spotlight even when you were so tired and exhausted, even in the wrinkled up little dress you’d worn to work during the day. You were bound to get swarmed by men desperate for even a speck of your attention. Only if he’d allow it of course, people steered clear of you just because they knew he’d been looking your way, watching so intently, while you drowned yourself in alcohol.

He was only making sure to accompany you home safely. Giving his driver quick instructions before returning all his attention to sweet little you. So adorable, straddling his thighs in the backseat of his expensive car. Your head pressed against his broad chest, dainty hands gripping onto his suit like your life depended on it. All he’d done was place a couple kisses upon your soft lips and you were already all worked up. Grinding yourself into his lap, gasping and mumbling about how big he was. He found it amusing, if you thought the gun tucked in his pocket was big you’d be in for quite a surprise once he finally got you home. It was so easy for him to maneuver your body to his needs. Effortlessly lifting you up from the waist to reposition you over his hardened cock. Kissing you, to drown out those lewd moans, those were just for him. He’d have to keep you quiet for now.

If you were even the tiniest bit aware of your surroundings you would’ve questioned why he didn’t need to ask you for your keys to get both of your inside your apartment. But you couldn’t focus with him invading all your senses. He had you pressed up against him so firmly, whispering sweet nothings against the shell of your ear while you inhaled the intoxicating scent of his cologne.

Maybe he would’ve even stopped at that, tucking you into bed. But you just wouldn’t stop whining. So irresistible with the way you asked for him to please fuck you. To please stay and make it all better and he wouldn’t dare abandon you now would he?

So he did everything and anything your hazy mind could come up with, whatever incoherence you panted with that sweet mouth of yours, he made happen.

Worshipping your pretty cunt with his mouth until you were struggling under him, so overwhelmed. His tongue felt inhumanely long inside you but the thumb rubbing incessant circles against your clit was worse, how many times did he plan on making you come against his lips? Holding your thighs open while he ate you out like a man depraved.

If that didn’t sober you up then the way he fucked you surely did. Even in your drunken state, even through your blurred vision, it was clear that he was far too big for you to take. Although only moments later he had you against your own bedroom window, fucking you with your pretty tits pressed right up against the glass, despite the indecency he made you feel so good, didn’t he. So good that you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him to stop or slow down. He was even kind enough to point out the chair set up in the apartment complex opposite to yours, see that sweetheart? that’s where he’d been watching you from all this time.

Went on to tell you all about why and how your pathetic boyfriend really came to leave you. Rambling about how you were such a troublesome little thing, it was all because of your recklessness that he had to buy that entire building off after all. Had to make sure he was the only one that could ever get to see you like that. But it’s okay baby, because now that you belong to him, you can be as careless as you want, leave your curtains open, put on a show, he asserted, while he fucked into you so roughly, barely giving you a chance to catch your breath never mind respond.

He was sure to repeatedly make you cum around his big cock, make you cum again and again and then some more, until you were nothing but a beautiful, delirious little mess under him, babbling about how you couldn’t take anymore, ready to pass out.

It’s all your fault you know, you wouldn’t be waking up in his luxurious bed-miles away from your own home-if you hadn’t given him those big, tempting puppy eyes last night. You asked for this darling, asked for him to stay with you remember? Just didn’t wanna be alone anymore yeah? He’d already promised that he’d take care of you, give you whatever you asked of him, as long as he deemed it okay.

He’d wanted you all for himself for far too long. So surely you’ll understand why he had to take you sweet thing. If not now then with time.

Read more here ://>

#idk i whipped this up in like 2 hours bc I’ve been meaning to write it but i was busyyyyAAAAAA #don’t know how i feel ab this bc i think i rushed it???? #jjk #sukuna smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #sukuna x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna x you #jjk sukuna #sukuna ryoumen smut #jjk headcanons #jjk drabbles #sukuna drabble #mafia sukuna ://> #sukuna dubcon #tw: dubcon

[shady-lemur]

here’s a part 2 to abby and the red bikini! it’s a little bit rushed but i wanted to get it done before my classes and work consume me. thank you for the love on the last part! it always makes me nervous making smut 😓😓

first part

it’s been a week since that night with abby. you haven’t been able to look your boyfriend in the eye, let alone have any form of intimacy. you haven’t fucked, cuddled, kissed, hugged, or held hands and you knew it was killing manny. he thought it was something he did.

but tonight he asked you to come out with him to a few bars, so here you were. you’re sitting awkwardly in a sit at a high top table with manny, owen, and abby… of course they’re here.

you keep looking at abby, trying to wordlessly tell her “hey!! ever since i had sex with you i can’t even look at my boyfriend and everytime i look at you my face heats up and i can’t be this anymore!!” but she refused to meet your eyes. you didn’t fail to notice how good she looked, a loose black tee with a cargo skirt and her black combat boots. of course her hair was in a braid and she had neat black eyeliner pulled out into wings.

you nervously nurse your drink as they converse about the baseball game on the bar tv. how the fuck could abby be so calm and collected about everything?? after a few more minutes of trying to get her attention you pull your phone out.

(you pink, abby purple.)

we need to talk!!!!!!

What’s there to talk about?

omfg

maybe you’re okay just lying to yourself and everyone around you but i’m not. i can’t do that to manny.

You can’t tell Manny. He’ll never talk to either of us again.

that’s so fucking selfish abby.

we fucked up. and what abt owen? are you okay just acting like you didn’t have sex with someone else?

Yep.

jesus fucking christ.

i can’t believe i messed everything up with manny for u. you’re a fucking coward and a terrible friend.

you turn your phone on silent and put it back in your pocket. your face is heated with anger. abby finally looks at you but it’s a new expression. she’s upset and fucking angry, and it’s all directed at you. you roll your eyes at her scowl and turn to manny, tapping his shoulder. he turns around with a slightly worried expression on his face.

“sorry babe. i’m gonna go home i think.. my stomach hurts super bad and i’m started to get a headache.”

he puts his hand on your forehead to feel your temperature and nods. “let me drive you home.. it feels like you’re heating up and-“

“i’ll just uber. have a goodnight with your friends and i’ll text you when i get home.” you have to physically force yourself to kiss his temple and wave at the other two at the table before grabbing your bag and basically running out of the bar. you order an uber and sit at one of the benches near by until the car pulls up in front of you to take you home.

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last night when you got home from the bar you cried a little bit, drank a lot, and crashed on your couch. this morning you’re regretting every decision you’ve ever made. you couldn’t keep lying to manny like this. you were making yourself sick. and the thought of abby being completely fine keeping this a secret even more sick.

so you decide to call the only other person who knows other than you and abby.

“dee!! i need help.. can you talk?” you basically yell through the phone right when dina answers your facetime.

“what’s up baby? i have like 20 minutes before i need to go pick jj up.” concern is written all over her face as she takes in your hungover tear stained face. you can tell she’s meal prepping.

“last night i saw abby again and she seriously wants to just act like nothing ever happened. like she doesn’t want to tell manny.”

dina frowns at the camera. “y/nn! you know you have to tell him. you fuck up and the only way to get some peace with the situation is to talk to him.” you buried your head into your pillow and shake it. “i’m so stupid!!!!!!”

dina nods as she cuts carrots into jj bite sizes.

“but abby’s stupider. at least tell manny that you cheated, you don’t even have to mention abby.”

you look at the phone and nod. “yeah.. you’re right. i’ll talk to him.”

“mkay babe. i love you, even if your stupid!”

you blow her a kiss before hanging up and texting manny to ask to meet up.

less than 15 minutes later you’re sitting at a table in a cafe waiting for your boyfriend.

“hey.” you hear him as he pulls up a chair across from you and smiles. you give him a sad smile and hand him his coffee order. “thank you love.” you must’ve cringed at the nickname.. you used to love when he called you that.

“manny.. i have to tell you something.” his face slightly drops at your words. he motions for you to go on.

“shit.. a couple nights ago i had sex with someone else.. i’m so fucking sorry.” you feel the tears forming when you look at manny’s disappointed face. he looks like he’s about to start to cry too.

“fuck, y/n”

you look at him. “i love you manny. i never didn’t love you. i never deserved you though. you should be with someone better.”

“i do. i don’t think i can do this anymore,” he scoffs, “i can’t believe i was ring shopping just the other day and now we’re here.” your eyes widen and your tears start to fall. seeing the damage you caused made you feel like you were dying a slow and painful death.

“i’m so sorry. you deserve everything and more. thank you so much for being so good to me.”

he nods slowly and looks down at his drink. “i’ll text you about getting your stuff from my apartment.” then he’s gonna before you can say anything else, leaving you a sobbing mess in a small coffee shop. the barista even ends up giving you a free croissant because “it looks like you need it..” and you did. you also needed a few shots in your system right about now.

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it’s been about 3 month since your breakup. you and manny were somewhat civil, you still followed each other on instagram, and hookuped a few times (womp womp we’ve all been there don’t judge them!!)

but you were really getting your life together!! you baked dessert way to often, you babysat jj way more than dina needed you to because how could you not!! you started exploring your sexuality more, and stopped drinking so much.. it was starting to be a problem. and you haven’t thought of abby for weeks! except for a couple nights ago, and a few night before that, and maybe and few nights before that night!

you were doing great!! totally not thinking about your ex’s roommate/best friend!! never!!

you’re baking an apple pie when there’s a frantic knock at your door. you rush over to look in your peep hole first because living alone is scary and frantic knocks are scaring. imagine your surprise when you see the one and only abby anderson!!! she’s sweaty and has a conflicted expression on her face, she fidgets with her hands nervously.

you open the door in your cute apron and baby blue long sleeved shirt with some plain jeans. you have flour all over yourself. “um.. hi..?”

abby’s face goes pink at your domestic state and clears her throat before looking you in the eyes. “i broke up with owen. manny knows everything. i can’t stop thinking about you.. fuck.”

you stand shocked for a second before finally responding. “you’re serious..?”

she nods, “i think i wanna be with you.”

you look at her in shock again before she slams her lips into yours, you immediately melt into the kiss. you pull her closer by her shirt and whine. she bites your lip softly and brings her hands to your waist, pushing you into your apartment as you laugh into the kiss. you pull away to close your apartment door and shake your head playfully at her, “we’re so fucking stupid.”

abby nods, “the stupidest.” she says before lifting you up so you can wrap your legs around her waist and carried you to your bed.

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@ang3lzl0v3 here’s part two bb 🫶🏻 i hope you like it

#tlou part 2 #tlou fic #abby anderson #abby tlou #tlou smut #abby x fem!reader

[creative-heart]

"The one that got away" Enzo Vogrincic x fem! reader

A/N: Hi! this is the first thing I’ve written in so long, so please be nice. If you have any constructive criticism it’s always welcomed, if it comes from love and respect. I really hope you like this, it’s inspired in kind of a mashup between “The one that got away” by Katy Perry and “Bride or groom” by India Parkman. it’s also written in a third person POV.

Warnings: Basically Angst, all angst, mild drinking. Whatever is in italics is thoughts.

Word Count: 1.6K

The one where reader never spoke up for her love towards Enzo

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It had always been them two against the world, ever since kindergarten when Y/N being the bubbly extroverted redhead girl she had always been, all but adopted sweet shy Enzo, since day one they had been inseparable. Y/N's mom even started calling them June and Johny as they became teenagers, always up to some innocent mischief -from stealing the leftover vodka from the liquor cabinet to grabbing their parents car keys in the night to go take a drive around-. 

It had been so gradually that she had fallen for Enzo that Y/N couldn’t pin point the exact moment, maybe it was after the redhead called him crying at 2 in the morning because that douchebag boyfriend of hers broke it off at 15, or when he ran to the store for the first time to get her tampons cause she had ran out on a Sunday afternoon, and now, here they were. 

“Last day of summer” Y/N sighed looking off into the sunset, while she sat beside the raven haired guy on her parents house roof like they always did “who knew highschool would come and go so fast”.

“And you are abandoning me, breaking a 15 year old promise to never leave me alone…” Enzo retorted in an overly dramatic way just to make his best friend laugh,“I always knew you would leave though, that I would have to face this horrible world alone” and laugh she did while rolling her eyes nudging his side playfully.

“Not my fault you’re bound to be the next big screen hearthrob, and I need to go off to college, not all of us are made for stardom”, she absentmindedly passed the bottle to him before turning slightly to look at that beautiful face she had grown to love, Y/N bit the inside of her lip, once again arguing with herself trying to decide if she should tell him she loved him or not - come on Y/N don’t be such a fucking coward, he’s right here, tell him-, she opened her mouth and took a deep breath she was going to do it, she finally would, when his phone rang.

“Well, that’s me, my brother’s downstairs” he huffed standing up placing a kiss on the top of Y/Ns head “see you later fireball” he chuckled as he got off the roof carefully, the nickname he had given his friend when they were kids still made him laugh to this day, the girl hummed nodding and watched him leave.

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Life got busy, and they saw eachother less and less with every passing year. Not that anything changed when they did get to hang out, some things never change -how handsome Enzo was, or how much Y/N loved him for example- their friendship was the exact same that it had always been. 

Y/N tapped her fingers anxiously on the table in the corner of the cafe where they had agreed to meet, five years had gone by and the freckled face woman still felt the same butterflies in her stomach when she was seeing him -he lived in Madrid fulltime now it made it easier for work and she was still back in Montevideo, she was working in a big time law firm, everyone knew she was gonna be a lawyer since forever, always had an argument for everything-. She looked at her phone again and sighed, he was already fifteen minutes late, he never was, she thought maybe this time, life had gotten too busy -he’s clearly not coming, don’t blame him though, he must be so busy- she thought to herself, as she was gathering her stuff to get up, she felt his hand on her shoulder and his usual kiss on the top of her head.

“Sorry fiery, I’m so late, parking in Madrid” he laughed- that oh so enchanting sound that always made her heart skip a beat-, as he sat down across from his lifelong friend. She smiled, everything was forgiven as soon as he looked at her with those dark eyes of his.

“Thought fame had finally gotten to you and you weren’t coming” she pouted while setting her phone back down, she looked at Enzo’s face, something was different, she could tell, something had been different for a bit now, and the change of scenery did nothing to apeace her mind. He rolled his eyes with a warm smile plastered on his face.

“I would never miss the chance to see my best friend are you crazy?” he smiled at the waiter as he brought over the coffee he had ordered on his way in. He took to stirring the sugar in it for way too long, trying to find the words of what he needed to tell Y/N, she looked at him, a tilt in her head, there was something wrong, she could tell, she knew him too well.

“spill it” she said keeping her eyes glued on him he chuckled “you know me to well Y/N/N” he looked up and smiled at her -here goes nothing- he thought.

“I’ve met someone… well…more than met, I have a girlfriend, her name is Marina” he smiled at the mention of her name, Y/N gulped, and forced a smile on her face- she was dying inside, but she would never let it show, not to him, not when he looked this happy. “We met a few months ago, through some mutual friends, she’s a doctor, you will love her. She loves cats and painting, just like you, I can’t wait for you to meet her” he kept rambling on about Marina, he couldn’t help himself, she was the best woman to ever walk this earth besides from Y/N, he KNEW they would get along well- he wanted them to at least, they’re both too important to him in one way or another.

Crap, you’re an idiot, you’re a fucking idiot she kept repeating to herself, Y/N felt her heart sink to the bottom of her stomach, each word her friend said taking it a bit lower, if she had only been braver on that roof when she had the chance- Smile Y/N- she reminded herself, her friend- that word stinging more than it had ever done now- was happy and that was the most important part…right? right.

And he had been right, Y/N eventually met Marina, and she was a sweetheart, and she loved Enzo, it showed, Y/N knew by the way the blonde looked at him that she loved him, because it was the same way she looked at him.

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Y/N would be lying to herself if she said she never wished Enzo and Marina broke up, she never lost that hope, relationships not always worked out…hers didn’t at least. But they hadn’t, they seemed to be the perfect power couple, so when her Johny had told her they were getting married and  asked her to be his best woman, she couldn’t say no, she had to be honest, another five years had gone by and the sinking feeling in her gut had never left, it was there every time she saw a picture on his instagram of them two, it got worse every time one of her relationships failed, it just never left.

The twenty-eight year old, fearless woman, who no one wanted to come across in court, somehow felt small and fragile while she looked at herself in the mirror and took a deep breath forcing a smile on her face while finishing her make-up “okay, listen up you”- she gave her reflection a peptalk while she got ready- “you had your chance, you were too scared to take it, it was there and you let it slip away, you have no right to ruin his happiness you’re gonna stand there, you’re gonna be the friend Enzo needs, and you’re gonna tough it out”, the last part coming out shaky as she suppressed a sob, she downed the last of her wine glass and walked out.

She knocked on his door “En, you ready?” she said slightly opening it, just enough to see the most handsome man she had ever seen standing there fidgeting with his bowtie, she laughed and walked in “come’ere, let me help” she turned him around and fixed it for him “there, handsome as ever my dear Johny” she smiled softly looking at him. 

“I’m ready Junie” he smiled a warm, soft smile at her walking out and making their way to the gardens where the ceremony would take place.

As she walked down the aisle, Y/N couldn’t help but think what would have happened if she had been braver that hot day of summer ten years ago- if you had only said something, if you had spoken when you opened your mouth- she reprimanded herself as she walked and took her place beside the love of her life, not in the way she would have wanted, not in the way she still dreamt of every so often, but in the way she could.

When the music started and Marina made her way out, that’s when she finally understood, it didn’t matter what she felt, she could wonder all her life what would have happened if -she probably would if she was honest with herself for once- what would have happened if she’d only been braver, would she be the one walking down the aisle to meet the man she had loved for over ten years, the man she still loved to that day? that was something that she would never know, for now, she could only look at the Johny to her June, and fake the brightest smile as the love of her life, married the love of his.

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A/N: aaarrghhh I’m so sorry about ending it on a down note, it just didn’t feel right to turn it all around, and it being inspired in those songs, wasn’t a happy ending, don’t hate me! please? 

#enzo vogrincic fic #angst #Y/N #fanfiction #mutuals #lsdln cast #lsdln x reader #enzo x reader #love #creative heart

[peppermint-toads]

𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜

campcounselor!eddie x fem reader, piv sex, sappy fluffy goodness, upside down happened reader just doesn’t know

read part 1 here

Your duffle was slung heavily on your shoulder, the weight of the summer pulling you towards the muddy earth. The air smelled murky, and the lake had begun flooding into the grass overnight.

The campers were using their last moments to splash through the muddy puddles, staining their clean white socks light brown.

You saw Eddie stumbling out of his cabin with his deflated duffle. He, without fail, ran out of underwear every year before the first laundry day. When you asked him why he always packed so lightly, his response was soft but matter of fact and he said it with a shrug.

“Not much left for me at home.”

That was the year you’d noticed a shift in him. He’d finally graduated, and you thought he’d be elated, but something was wrong. This year, the color had finally started returning to his cheeks.

You had to bite back a smile every time you looked at him because he was him again.

He bounded down the rotting stairs of his cabin and towards you as soon as he saw you. His overzealous approach had him nearly knocking into you and bringing you both to the ground.

“So,” he smiled, catching his breath. “Last day, huh?”

You just hummed at him with a quizzical look as he grew still. Something was bothering him. You could always tell when something was bothering him.

“I know you usually take the bus,” he commented, looking down at his hands. “But, I was thinking, maybe you wanna ride in my van?”

He was checking if you were actually on board with him moving to Indy to be with you, or if it was just a fleeting moment that had you eager at the idea.

Your face fell. He was giving you an out.

“Do you—do you not want to? Just, last night I thought—”

Last night, while everybody was gathered for closing ceremonies and kissing their camp crushes goodbye underneath the dwindling summer stars, you and Eddie stole away in his cabin once again.

You found yourselves sticky and breathless, panting as the cicadas buzzed outside of the mesh covered windows.

You could hear the faint laughter and shouting from the campers and you smiled underneath Eddie’s gaze.

He had just come back to reality after what was probably the most intense orgasm of his life. He had been so enraptured by your pussy, your voice, the promise of a life with you. You had promised that, right?

He sighed loudly, and you watched his chest rise and fall heavily. The hazy-blue sky cast over his torso and you couldn’t believe how lucky you felt. You should’ve told him that.

You placed one sloppy kiss on his peck and he barked out a dimpled laugh. You rolled over, letting your body meld into the thin mattress for what felt like the thousandth time.

The flimsy door to the cabin rattled in its frame as the breeze picked up, the rusting latch doing little to keep it secure.

The sound of it oddly helped you sleep, and so did cumming around Eddie’s cock twice in one night. Safe to say you were knocked out within minutes.

But before you fell asleep, you felt Eddie reach over to tuck your hair behind your ear. Then he said something that made your heart skip.

“I love you.”

Little did you know, he’d been quietly confessing his love to you after you’d fallen asleep for weeks now.

There was no question about it. He loved you. He probably had been since he was sixteen. Now he knew, though, and he’d been having a really hard time keeping it to himself. He settled for telling you when you couldn’t respond. So you couldn’t confirm his worst fears.

Eddie’s face dropped. “Last night what?”

“You said, well, you said you love me.” You could barely repeat it, too scared you made it up, that it was all in your head.

Fuck it. Eddie Munson was done being a coward.

He nodded. “Yeah. Yeah I did. And-and I do. So if that’s not what you want then that’s okay, I’m okay with that just—”

Your duffle dropped to the ground with a dull thud and your hands were on Eddie’s face, holding it as you planted a kiss on his lips.

He stood shocked and dumbfounded, waiting for his racing heart to catch up to his brain.

“I love you, too. Race you to the van, Eddie bug!”

“Told you to stop calling me that,” he mumbled, knowing you couldn’t hear him.

You left your bag, knowing he would carry it for you like he always did.

“And I am totally picking the music!” You called, twisting your neck to look back at him as you continued jogging to the van.

Eddie finally had something to call home again.

#eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x reader smut #camp counselor!eddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff

[thatlovinfeelin]

Flightless Bird | three | Bradley Rooster Bradshaw X OC

Synopsis: Josephine Wilson Miller is alone for the first time in her life. She got married after her first year of college and became a housewife, but that life is gone now. So she runs to San Diego, to her childhood best friend Jake, where she meets the man who could very well be her salvation.

series warnings: unplanned pregnancy, just pregnancy in general, talks of infertility. past mental and emotional abuse. anxiety. talks of women's reproductive systems (idk)

Josephine followed Jake as he gave her the tour of his off base house. It was nice and in a pretty quiet neighborhood. He proudly told her that a couple of his other coworkers lived on the same street, so she would have all the help she needed, should she decide she wanted it.

Jose stayed quiet, letting Jake do all of the talking. She was too tired to talk, too emotionally hungover. Jake knew that he couldn’t force her to talk, she would just retreat further into herself and not utter another word.

“I have leave until the end of the week, Phoe and I were going to take off but decided to stay at home instead,” Jake told her, “So, tomorrow we can go out and buy whatever you need. You can decorate the room however you want, it's pretty plain in here.”

“No, uh, you don’t need to do anything,” She quietly dismissed his offer, “Letting me stay here is enough.”

“I made a promise, a long time ago. I promised I would look after you, remember? So let me do it. If you want new curtains, or bedding or whatever, all you have to do is say the word. This room is yours now for as long as you need it.”

She moved forward so quickly that Jake didn’t have time to react before she was hugging him. She held him so tightly it almost hurt, but instead he just smiled and held her back. He loved her in ways he would never be able to explain to other people. She went from being someone he was in love with, someone he had all of his firsts with, to being someone he loved like family. He would die protecting her and the child that she was going to have. They were his family.

“Go get some sleep,” He whispered, kissing the top of her head, “I’ll make you something to eat when you wake up.”

She scrunched her nose, “Food and I don’t get along now that I have a parasite growing inside me.”

“I don’t think that’s the proper term for your situation,” He half scolded, “I’ll cook something super bland and nausea approved. Now, go to sleep.”

Jake waited an hour or so before carefully poking his head into the spare room to make sure she was asleep. He made his way to the kitchen, angrily grabbing his phone from the counter. He hadn’t spoken to Michael in years, but that man was about to get more than an earful from the pilot. Jake was almost mad enough to shake. 

Michael picked up on the third ring.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jake didn’t even give the other man time to finish saying hello, “She fucking cried herself to sleep. What the fuck you asshole.”

“Seresin, always a pleasure,” Michael’s smug tone made Jake want to smash something. 

“How could you turn your back on her? Are you seriously this much of a coward?”

“How about you stay out of my business.”

Jake was seething now. If Jose wasn’t in his house, he would’ve thrown whatever he could get his hands on. He wanted nothing more than to be able to punch Michael. They were friends once, a long time ago. Jake was the one that introduced Michael and Jose. But even Jake saw the way Michael changed over the years. 

“It became my business the second your wife called me and begged me to come get her,” Jake hissed, “Your pregnant wife.”

Jake could almost picture Michael leaning back in his seat, a glass of stupidly expensive whiskey in front of him. All fitting for the reputation he had to uphold now that he was a ‘big shot’ in New York City. God Jake hated him right now. 

“Josephine made her choice. I gave her two options, don’t hate me for the one she decided to take.”

Jake pulled the phone away from his ear and took a long deep breath before raising it to speak again, “You are her husband, for better or worse and all of that bullshit. I was at your wedding, I remember the vows. Yet, you can’t be man enough to accept the responsibility of your child? You got her pregnant, Michael, and you threw her out on the street because she had the audacity to say she wanted to keep it.”

“We made the decision to not have kids a long time ago, Jake. Did she tell you that?” Michael questioned. 

“Jose being told she couldn’t have children is not the same thing as her deciding she didn’t want them,” Jake argued, “You are damn lucky I legally cannot leave San Diego, because otherwise I’d already be on your doorstep ready to beat the living shit out of you.”

“Why? You get exactly what you want. You get to play house with my wife. We both know you’ve always loved her.”

“If that’s what you think this is about, then you’re worse than I thought. Have a great fucking life Michael, take heart in the fact that your child will never know who you are.”

“Good luck with her, Seresin,” Michael sighed.

The line went dead. Jake wanted to yell. Michael could say whatever he wanted about him, but Jake couldn’t stand the way he talked about Jose. That man was supposed to love her, hell Jake was one of the groomsmen in their wedding. He stood next to Michael as he vowed to always love and take care of Jose. 

Now, she was in Jake’s spare room, having cried herself to sleep. She couldn’t actually say she was pregnant or say baby. Jake couldn’t help but notice the way she visibly flinched when he said those words earlier. She was hurting and scared. But more than that, she was alone.

Jose slept for a couple of hours before slowly stumbling out of the spare room. Phoenix had come and gone, telling Jake she was going to give Jose some space to work things out. Jake, keeping his word, called his mom for some recipes that she used to make for him when he was sick, including her homemade chicken broth. His mom used to bring containers of it to Jose’s family whenever someone was sick, so he hoped it would at least make her smile. 

“You called Michael?” 

Jake nearly jumped out of his skin. He didn’t expect her to sound angry, but she most certainly did. Jose wasn’t one to lose her temper, too sweet and southern proper to even think about it, but when she did Lord have mercy on anyone around. Jake would rather be facing enemy fighters with no ammo left than have Jose go off on him. 

“I-” Jake sighed and turned off the stove before slowly turning around to face her, “Yes, I did.”

“Jacob Seresin, what the hell were you thinking?” She demanded, hands on her hips, eyebrows raised. She might not act like her mother, or even be ready to become a mother, but in that moment Jake felt like he was a child being scolded by Mrs. Wilson one again. 

He could almost feel himself shrinking as he tried to find a way to explain that wouldn’t get him into even more trouble, “Someone needed to let him have it! He needs to know what he’s doing isn’t okay!”

“So you threatened him? And don’t you dare say that you didn’t threaten him! Because telling someone they’re lucky you can’t legally leave to beat the living shit out of them is a threat!” She yelled, “Damnit Jake, you aren’t in high school anymore. He is still my fucking husband! I’m a grown woman, I can deal with him on my own!”

“Oh can you?” Jake took a step forward. It was like the whole conversation suddenly became a runaway train, he knew what he was about to say was wrong. He knew it was a low blow, yet he couldn’t stop himself, “Last time I checked you won’t even admit that you’re actually pregnant. You can’t even say it, or acknowledge that it’s your baby, or just a baby in general. So how are you supposed to deal with your husband, who threw you and your fucking unborn child out on the street?”

He could see the way she deflated, she recoiled almost as if his words had a visible impact on her. Jake already wanted to hug her and apologize, but she was scoffing and turning around. Jose was already to the front door when Jake’s mind finally caught up. 

“Jose, I’m sorry,” He rushed out, “Where are you going?”

“For a walk,” She snapped, “Stress is bad for me right now, I’m supposed to be avoiding it. Which is not happening. And I want to beat the shit out of you, which is also not good. So I’m going to walk until I calm down. Is that okay with you?”

“Just stay in the neighborhood, please? There’s a little park just down the road.”

She waved him off and slammed the door behind her. The air was cool, but not cold like it was in New York when she left. She could smell the ocean too, which was enough to make her smile. Jose always loved the water. 

She loved swimming in the ponds that Jake’s family had on their property. She loved pools in the summer and that one time her family came to California and she was able to see the ocean. After Michael moved them to New York, she only ever saw the rivers, sometimes they’d venture to the coast of New England, but never when it was warm enough to enjoy. Michael didn’t like the outdoors. 

Michael didn’t like a lot of things. 

Jose found her way to the little park Jake mentioned. Not a park like playgrounds, but more like Central Park. Just an area with grass and trees and trails. Somehow though it reminded her of Texas. She let out a deep shaky breath before making her way to one of the benches. Jake knew she needed this…all these years later and he still somehow knew what she needed before she did. 

Josephine felt like she could breathe out here, there were no walls to close in around her, no crowded city streets. She hated New York City because of how claustrophobic it made her feel, but here with the ocean breeze, she felt free again. Finally. 

Maybe leaving Michael wasn’t the worst thing that could’ve happened. Maybe she hadn’t realized just how awful life with him had become until now, or at least she wouldn’t let herself admit it until now. 

But then there was the other thing, the never ending knot in her stomach because of it. 

“Hey, it’s you.”

Jose looked up, brows furrowing at the sight of a tall man in sunglasses standing nearby, “You were at the bar? Right? A friend of Jake’s?”

He laughed a little before nodding, “Something like that. Seresin and I fly together. Not sure if you could call us friends though.”

She shook her head, trying not to smile, “Jake can be difficult, if anyone knows better than me it would be his sisters. Count yourself lucky you didn’t have to be in the middle of all of those fights growin up.”

Bradley liked the sound of her voice, it was almost like honey. Her southern accent was thick and sweet and seemed to draw him in. Hangman made it clear, she was off limits, but she looked so lonely sitting on the bench by herself. She also looked sad and lost as she just stared off into the distance. He swore he heard his parents telling him to talk to her. Swore his mother whispered that she needed someone other than her apparent childhood best friend. 

“Do you mind if I sit?” Bradley took a step closer, pointing to the bench. 

“It’s a free country, aint it? Don’t you specialize in making sure we can still say that?” Jose questioned, a hint of humor hiding in the reply. 

“So what are you doing out here by yourself?” Bradley asked as he took a seat. 

“Well, simply put, Jake is difficult. He might also be a little too overprotective for his own good,” She shrugged, “but if you mean why I’m here in California, that’s a much longer and more difficult story.”

“I have time.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, “I don’t even know your name.”

“Same could be said for you,” He shrugged. 

She licked her lips, trying to sort out the internal battle that was happening in her head. She knew she should probably walk away, not give him anymore information than she already had. Jake told him she was off limits, she told herself she was off limits. Her situation declared she was. Yet, she somehow felt comfortable sitting next to him, like a calm somehow settled over her the second he was near. 

“Josephine,” She replied softly, “Or Jose, that’s what most people call me.”

He smiled, taking his sunglasses off and tucking them into the collar of his shirt, “Bradley. Or Rooster, if you want to use the callsign.”

The wind gently blew through the trees, sending another deep breath of the ocean their way. Jose visibly relaxed, shoulders dropping as the leaves rustled. 

“Rooster? Like the chicken or….?”

Bradley really laughed this time, he imagined his dad would’ve laughed too, “Maybe both? I was a cocky asshole once upon a time, not nearly as bad as Seresin, but still.”

She hummed, “I’m sure all of the girls loved it…and your uh rooster.” 

He turned his head just in time to see her slap her hand over her mouth as her face turned bright red, “I am so sorry. I don’t know what got into me to make me say that.” 

He was silent for a moment before really truly laughing this time. God he would have to tell Maverick about this later. Surely Mav would agree that Goose would’ve laughed hard enough to cry. 

“You really are Jake’s friend. I swear he said something similar a few years ago. No harm done,” His eyes watered a little as he calmed back down, “But back to my earlier question?”

She shook her head, “I shouldn’t tell you any of this, because I barely know you. And Jake would likely throw a fit if he knew you were here, because I think he made his thoughts plainly clear,” She explained, “But at the same time, and I don’t know why exactly, but I want to tell you. So, I am here in California, because my husband kicked me out, or I chose to leave.”

She shook her head, trying to find the right words, “It’s hard to know where my decision stopped and his started. I was going to leave, but I think he beat me to the punch and made me leave before I could do it myself. So I came here, because Jake has always meant safety to me.”

“You’re married?” Bradley asked slowly. 

“For now, but hopefully not for much longer. I shouldn’t have stayed married this long, or hell I probably shouldn’t have gotten married in the first place. I think Jake and many others tried to tell me not to,” She explained, “I was nineteen, I was too young, but I was also too young to know the difference.”

“Have you been in Texas all this time?”

She shook her head, “No. He moved us to New York City when I was twenty one, which living there was hell within itself.”

With the next breeze it was like she woke up, suddenly realizing that this conversation shouldn’t be happening at all, “Shit, I shouldn’t have told you any of that. Do me a favor? Forget this conversation happened, would ya? Hell, forget you even saw me here. Jake would beat the living shit out of you if he knew, and I know that because he’s currently in a very violent mood,” She rambled, “And I have to go to damage control because of said violent mood.”

She stood up quickly, walked a few steps away, and then turned back around, “It was very nice meetin you though, Bradley.”

Warmth spread through his body at the sound of her saying his name, his real name. Not the callsign or his last name, but Bradley. Her voice so southern and sweet, with a soft smile to match. He hoped he would get to hear it again sometime soon. 

“It was nice to meet you too, Josephine,” He replied softly, “Be careful walking back, and if you ever need anything, I’m across the street from Jake, three doors down on the right.”

“With the old Bronco out front?” There was surprise in her voice, it made Bradley smile even more. 

“That’s me.”

“Well, I’ll keep that in mind then. Have a goodnight now.”

He watched as she walked away, until she was out of sight. The wind still gently blew through the trees, creating a gentle sort of music. Bradley hoped his parents, wherever they were in the universe, could see the girl that seemed to just blow into his life. Because somehow, he was certain she was about to become one of the biggest parts of it.

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You Just Put the Dick in Your Mouth - Part 3

Yang Jeongin x Kim Seungmin

Word Count: 6844

Contents: innie’s self deprecating thoughts are getting worse, best friends to lovers, angst, jeongin crying, handjob, fingering, accidental confession

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Confused.

That’s how Jeongin felt. 

Every day of the last nearly two weeks he and Seungmin seemed to be straying further and further from friendship. It seemed something about seeking comfort from Jeongin had changed Seungmin, or at least how they interacted. He was always nice and kind and caring towards Jeongin. He always had been. He had always checked up on him or helped him with things or just made sure Jeongin was okay. 

But something about it all felt decidedly softer. Aside from the fact that Seungmin was seeking out cuddles from him every few days now and more than once they had fallen asleep in the other’s bed, Seungmin had taken to making Jeongin food, giving him more hugs, and even holding his hand once while watching a movie, humming out that it was a nice and comforting feeling.

Jeongin thought that at some point his heart wouldn’t be able to take it any more. It was almost painful, the way Seungmin would softly speak to him, asking “Did you eat yet?” or “Did you sleep well?” He really thought his heart would burst from hearing “Your hair looks good like that, Innie.” again.

His heart was aching in the worst way tonight as he laid in Seungmin’s arms yet again, fingers running through his hair while his mind contorted into horrid shapes. Everything felt so comfortable and right and it was all Jeongin wanted. All of the actions; the kisses, the cuddles, the sweetness and softness and care was like a dream come true.

But…

Seungmin wasn’t his and he wasn’t Seungmin’s. Wouldn't Seungmin say it if he wanted to be with him? Wouldn’t he have asked him outright if he felt the way Jeongin did? So what was he doing? He couldn’t stomach the idea that his friend was taking advantage of him for sex or comfort or even all the benefits of dating without exclusively dating. Seungmin wouldn’t do that to him. He couldn’t.

So it left the lingering question; why was he doing this?

“You okay, Innie?” Seungmin’s voice was soft in the way that made Jeongin’s heart melt no matter how many times he heard the phrase, filled with sweetness and gentle concern.

“Yeah,” Innie knew he sounded far away because he was. His body felt so comfortable but there was dull pain in his heart and his brain couldn’t keep quiet and still for more than a second. He wanted too badly for this to be his life, his everyday, his everything.

But Seungmin wanted his friendship and asking the question or making the admission to get what he wanted jeopardized that, maybe it would even destroy it.

That thought was even harder to bear.

“You seem lost in thought.”

Like an open fucking book. He thought. It was worse that Seungmin knew his body language, his expressions, his mind. He had no poker face with him. Utterly defenseless without any hope of putting a guard up. What was the use of a shield when Seungmin could disarm him so effortlessly with a single look from his soft eyes.

Putty, he thought to himself. A pathetic little ball of putty in his hands.

Maybe that was the worst part. No matter what Seungmin truly wanted, Jeongin didn’t know that he had the strength to turn it down. He would, all too easily, take anything Seungmin was willing to give him, whether it was what he truly wanted or not. He just wanted to be close to him like this, even if it didn’t include a pretty title. Even if he wasn’t Seungmin’s Innie.

“Yeah,” he hummed, snuggling into Seungmin’s chest a little more. “I guess I just have a lot on my mind.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

Jeongin hesitated, biting down on his lip while he contemplated what to say and how to say it. He didn’t know that opening up about it all was the best of decisions. Or maybe he was just a coward, too scared to ask for what he truly wanted. Unable to properly face his own feelings and put it out there.

How asking to give his friend a blowjob was easier than asking him to be his boyfriend he didn’t know. All that he knew is it was, in fact, much easier.

Seungmin’s fingers curled into Jeongin’s hair and tugged back very gently, only enough to urge Jeongin to look at him. Jeongin relented, unable to resist Seungmin’s sweet coaxing. He leaned back, feeling the warmth rise under his skin as Seungmin gazed at him with concern, again brushing his fingers soothingly through Jeongin’s hair.

“What’s going on?” He asked with the type of gingerly careful tone Jeongin was sure he’d only ever heard in dramas.

“Just…” He wasn’t sure what to say, knowing he would never in a million years get a confession off his lips. He didn’t think he would ever in his right mind be able to convince himself to express his true feelings, even if they were sitting in the back of his throat like if he was careless he might just cough them out. “Just stuff. I-I have some things on my mind and I’m not sure what to do about them.”

“Do you need some advice?” Seungmin hummed.

A smile tugged at Jeongin’s lips, if only he could ask Seungmin. This was perhaps the one matter in the whole world in which he couldn’t seek advice from him. “Maybe in the future? I think I need to really understand my own feelings first.”

“Okay,” Seungmin gave him a kiss on the nose. “You know you can come to me whenever, yeah?”

Not about this.

“Yeah, I know,” Jeongin hummed, leaning in to press a chaste kiss against Seungmin’s lips. “Thanks for being there for me.” Another kiss.

“Of course,” Seungmin smiled into the kisses. “I really care about you.”

Jeongin tried hard to quell the way the butterflies in his stomach got caught up in the tornado-like storm that was originating from his heart. “I care about you, too.” So close to what he wanted to say. If he wasn’t such a wimp maybe he would actually be able to take a leap of faith. “A lot.”

Seungmin nuzzled his nose against Jeongin’s in a way that made Jeongin utterly melt. It was all too sweet and it made his heart hurt worse and worse.

“I’m glad I have you around, you know,” Seungmin murmured. “I mean, I’m glad you’re in my life.”

Jeongin ducked his head, sure that his heart was about to burst. It was bad enough that he was so sweet and soft these days but the sweet nothings that had started leaving his lips as of late when they cuddled were really going to be Jeongin’s undoing. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could survive. He didn’t know how Seungmin could say something so sweet with purely platonic intentions. He didn’t know how he was managing to hide the way it was tearing his heart into little tiny pieces.

“You’re too nice,” Jeongin mumbled.

“I just like you too much,” Seungmin chuckled. “You’re so warm and comfy I can’t help myself.” He coaxed Jeongin’s face out from his neck only to pinch his cheek gently. “You’re just too cute. I feel like I have to tell you.”

“Shut up.” The words were muffled against Seungmin’s lips as Jeongin kissed him in some futile attempt to escape the way Seungmin’s words were messing with his head. The whole gesture made Seungmin laugh but he returned the kisses anyway, hands slipping down to wrap around Jeongin’s waist and hold him close.

“Can’t,” Seungmin hummed. “It’s much more fun to tell you. You get even cuter.”

Jeongin kissed him harder, pressing against him like the very act would calm the butterflies down when it, in fact, did just the opposite. It was like the sweetest torture that could ever be. Like heaven and hell colliding into a perfect little pocket of space and time just for him and he couldn’t stand it.

“You can’t say those things,” Jeongin whined between kisses.

“I can express myself all I want,” Seungmin chuckled.

“Not like that,” Jeongin pulled back.

“Yes I can,” Seungmin snorted.

A frown was pulling at Jeongin’s lips now as his frustration grew and his tone became whinier. “You can’t.”

Seungmin searched his face for a moment before his expression softened. “I can’t?”

“No,” Said Jeongin simply.

“Why not?” He asked, grinning slightly in amusement at Jeongin’s seemingly childish responses. His fingers started to work their way up Jeongin’s sides, almost tickling him.

“Because,” Jeongin squirmed in Seungmin’s grasp.

“Just because?” Seungmin quirked an eyebrow at him and smirked. “Just because, I can’t call you cute and tell you that I like you so much?”

“Yes,” Jeongin knew how whiny he sounded and that it was only making Seungmin more amused but he didn’t quite know how to stop it. All he knew is he couldn’t take much more of Seungmin’s sweet nothings. It was going to drive him completely mad. The tickling wasn’t helping either, making him start to giggle as well.

“Just because isn’t a very good reason to not say you’re really precious to me,” Seungmin said.

“Shut up!” Jeongin could feel his face burning and the butterflies fluttering and his heart breaking all at the same time as he threw a leg over Seungmin and pushed him onto his back. He grabbed the hands that had been tickling him and pinned them down to the bed next to Seungmin’s head. Seungmin gazed at him, dazed and unfocused for a moment as a blush crept up his cheeks.

“This- ah- I’m guessing this has to do with that thing you don’t want to talk about?”

Jeongin felt the pang of panic rip through his heart at just how close Seungmin was to figuring him out.  He leaned down quickly as his face burned, the desperation making him more bold as he kissed Seungmin hard until he was out of breath. Seungmin returned the kisses eagerly, squirming a little under Jeongin. Something about the sudden desperation creeping into his reactions helped Jeongin’s confidence.

He pulled back just enough to see Seungmin’s face as he panted from the kisses, eyes fluttering open.

“We’re not going to talk about it,” Jeongin breathed. He rolled his hips down hard into Seungmin’s earning a groan from him. “Okay?”

Seungmin met his gaze with sweet eyes, but not in a gentle and caring way, in a desperate way. “O-Okay,” He stammered.

Satisfied, Jeongin closed the distance between them again, meeting Seungmin’s lips with a kiss. Seungmin’s lips greeted his needily as he squirmed under Jeongin, his wrists wiggling a little in Jeongin’s grasp. He was a little more pliant, so easily letting Jeongin’s tongue past his lips and moaning at the sensation. It all might have gone to Jeongin’s head were it not already full.

As his nerves slowly calmed, the shock of Seungmin’s near-revelation fading, Jeongin started to move his hips. It felt more and more natural each time he did it, feeling Seungmin’s warmth under him as he moved slowly, mind very slow to clear of stresses as his body started to enjoy the sensations, brain sluggishly catching up. Even when he gave Jeongin a myriad of butterflies something about Seungmin and his scent made him feel just a little more calm. 

Jeongin shifted his hips, angling down just a little more and letting out a groan at both the way the sensation and rushes of pleasure intensified and how he could tell how quickly Seungmin was growing hard underneath him. Despite how he was enjoying being on top of Seungmin, and just how responsive Seungmin was all of a sudden, the feeling of him getting harder by the second was only serving to fill what little space was left in Jeongin’s brain with thoughts of Seungmin sinking his cock into Jeongin and fucking him positively dumb.

The thoughts sent a shiver through him that had him grinding down against Seungmin more roughly and squeezing his wrists a little tighter. He welcomed getting lost in the purely physical feelings as the thoughts in his mind slowly faded in the background, one by one. He let Seungmin’s scent, the taste of his lips, the sound of his moans, the feeling of his tongue and hips and wrists fill up his mind along with the fantasies that were becoming nearly impossible to hold back.

As Seungmin started to match his movements, rutting up with his own hips, Jeongin felt the desire to get even closer. His hands let go of Seungmin’s wrists, instead coming to steady himself as you pressed down as close to Seungmin as he could. It was inevitable; the kisses and dry humping and every damn thing about Seungmin was making him needy once again.

Seungmin’s hands slipped down to Jeongin’s waist, holding him firmly. Jeongin hummed at the contact, grinding down a little more slowly and enjoying the sensation, savouring it while Seungmin squeezed him. 

He could feel it in the kisses, as his own movements showed more desperation and Seungmin seemed to recover from whatever it was that shocked him at the outset, that the dynamic was shifting. Seungmin took control of the kisses and set the pace of their hips, slowing it down and urging Jeongin to grind down on him harder and painfully slowly. He swallowed the whimpers that started to make it off of Jeongin’s lips at the arousal igniting inside of him with each movement until he tightened his grip and smoothly flipped him over. Jeongin gasped as his back hit the bed, eyes flying open to look up at Seungmin watching him as sat between Jeongin’s legs.

“Since you don’t wanna talk,” Seungmin murmured. “What do you want to do?”

Jeongin’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he tried to parse through the fantasies that had played behind his eyelids. He knew what he wanted to try but the words to say it seemed too embarrassing of an admission. He didn’t exactly have to admit to every detail of his fantasies, but still.

Seungmin tutted at him as the seconds passed. “Are you going to make me guess?”

“N-No,” Jeongin managed, face starting to burn. And then. “M-Maybe?”

Seungmin chuckled, bringing a hand up from his waist to cup Jeongin’s cheek in a way that made his heart burst as he leaned in a little closer. “Well, which one is it? No or maybe?”

Jeongin averted his eyes to look over Seungmin’s shoulder at nothing in particular. “I-I- It’s not really- It’s um-”

“Innie,” Seungmin’s voice was so gentle as he called Jeongin to meet his eye again. “Is it something new?”

Jeongin didn’t say a word. He simply clamped his lips shut and nodded. 

Seungmin’s thumb smoothed over his cheek soothingly. “You don’t want to say it out loud?”

Jeongin shut his eyes as if that would somehow let him hide from his own feelings as embarrassment and shame washed up inside him. It wasn’t as if Seungmin would laugh at him or think it was weird.

He might.

Jeongin tried to hush his brain as he formed a response. “It’s- It’s a bit different. It’s new. S-So maybe you don’t- maybe you wouldn’t-”

Jeongin’s breath hitched as he felt Seungmin lean in closer, lips brushing against his own. “I’m pretty open, at least for you.” There was a light, teasing tone to his voice that did Jeongin’s heart no good. “Try me.”

“C-Can you- W-Would you-” The words were still sticking in his throat like tree sap, stuck to one another in a big heap that was nearly impossible to dislodge. He worried his bottom lip between his teeth again and felt Seungmin pull back just a little.

“Innie, look at me,” Seungmin said softly. Jeongin wondered if Seungmin knew he simply couldn’t seem to refuse him. His eyes flitted open to meet Seungmin’s. A hint of a smirk was on his lips but his eyes were warm and inviting and expectant and it was like, without even realizing, they drew the words right out of him, warming the sticky sap until it flowed.

“Will you finger me?” The words tumbled off his lips quickly and not as sweetly as they could have but Seungmin didn’t seem to mind. On the contrary, the smirk was starting to spread across his lips, eyes glinting mischievously.

“Hmm, so you’ve been thinking about my fingers, then?”

You have no idea how right you are.

Jeongin shut his eyes again, this time to hide from the man who was so clearly amused by him. Was he just being flirty or did he guess that that easily? Was anything in Jeongin’s mind a secret? Could he keep even one thing hidden? He felt his face burning and he squirmed a little, even more embarrassed that Seungmin’s words sent a rush of arousal through him.

“N-No.”

Very convincing.

“Are you sure?” Seungmin leaned in, past his lips to nip at his ear. “Did this idea simply come out of thin air or have you thought about it before?”

All Jeongin could do was squirm, letting a soft whimper fall from his lips. The warm, velvet tone of Seungmin’s voice murmuring to him was only serving to make him harder all before he’d even been touched. The whole ordeal was mortifying and his hands found their way to his face, covering it in his embarrassment.

Seungmin pressed a kiss under his ear. “You poor thing.”

Jeongin weakly jabbed his knee into Seungmin’s side with a pitiful whine.

“Innie,” he hummed. “I promise I’ll be nice if you look at me.”

Jeongin spread his fingers, peeking through them at Seungmin. His smile was warm and comforting once again as his hands moved to rub Jeongin’s sides.

“I’m sorry,” He offered. “I told you you’re too cute. I can’t help myself.”

Jeongin wrinkled his nose. “Bad apology.” He muttered.

Seungmin snickered and leaned down, pressing a kiss to his burning cheek before finding his lips. He kissed Jeongin slowly, with a low burning passion that made his heart clench tightly in a horrible way. He did his best to ignore that, enjoying the kisses and helped along when Seungmin pressed the heel of his palm into the bulge in Jeongin’s sweats.

Jeongin gasped into the kisses, moans started to slip past his lips. Seungmin swallowed every last one, deepening the kisses and pressing closer to him. Jeongin did his best to follow the kisses despite the way his head was starting to spin from the sparks of pleasure. It was so simple, the movement of Seungmin’s hand, but it was quickly working him up and making him needier.

Seungmin’s free hand snuck its way under Jeongin’s shirt and his breath hitched at the gentle touch against his skin. He felt warmth spreading through him and a painful yearning in his chest at the intimate gesture. His thoughts twisted painfully at the reminder that none of this was as permanent as he wanted it to be. He’d end up back in his own bed, alone and missing Seungmin’s touch and comfort and presence every single time.

Jeongin tried to swallow the feelings down; they mixed with everything else in his stomach in an uneasy way. Despite that he didn’t want Seungmin to read into it too much, didn’t want him to stop. If Seungmin never fell in love with him at least he could have him like this.

Seungmin’s lips moved from his own and Jeongin let out a whimper in response. His eyes stayed closed as he felt Seungmin’s lips move across his jaw. His fingertips slid down Jeongin’s stomach in a way that made his breath hitch as Seungmin’s lips found home in the hollow below his ear, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin. His hips pressed up of their own volition against Seungmin’s hand and he felt Seungmin’s lips curl into a grin against his skin.

“I like having you like this so much.” An admission that would have served to make Jeongin more embarrassed if it left his lips seemed to carry confidence when it came from Seungmin’s. And rightly so since it drew a quiet whine from Jeongin’s lips. He shifted up, pressing against Seungmin’s hand again.

“You’re so sweet.” 

A whimper fell off of Jeongin’s lips at Seungmin’s words. He was only falling in deeper with each word and he wished he could feel any other way than so in love and turned on from his words. If it were easy to pull away, if it were easy to not want this so badly he’d stop. He’d go back to an easy friendship and forget all of this ever happened.

If only it were that simple.

“Seungmin,” the name fell so quietly off his lips but he felt Seungmin’s lips press a lingering kiss to his neck before his answer.

“Yes?”

“C-Can you- can we…?”

Seungmin pulled back and Jeongin forced his eyes open, breath hitching at the intensity of Seungmin’s gaze, the way it was drenched in desire. Jeongin felt caught in it, like a deer transfixed in place. He swallowed hard, squirming a little underneath Seungmin and trying to resist the urge to grind up against the hand that was still against his clothed cock.

“You want to move on?” He hummed.

“I-Is that okay?”

Seungmin kissed his nose in such a sweet way that made him feel like he’d been punched in the gut. “Of course, Innie.”

Seungmin sat back on his knees, hands on Jeongin’s waist and tugged at him, coaxing him to sit up too. Jeongin would have followed anyway, Seungmin was like his sun, with his own gravitational pull just for Jeongin. He leaned in to meet Seungmin’s lips again, stealing a kiss. And then two. And then three. Seungmin didn’t seem to mind, in fact he seemed more than pleased to let Jeongin steal as many kisses as his heart desired.

When Jeongin did pull away Seungmin was giving him an easy smile with puffy, kiss-swollen lips, so tempting to steal just one more. His cheeks were a warm, rosy pick and his soft hair falling into his eyes. The soft, enticing image of him so utterly perfect and making Jeongin love him more with every passing second. Those three little words felt like they were sticking to the walls of his throat. So secure and yet so easy to dislodge. He let out a slow breath, arms still loosely hanging around Seungmin’s neck.

“Do you have any particular position you’d like, Innie?”

His voice was warm and it warmed all of Jeongin upon hearing it. He was sure his cheeks were flushing at the question as he hid his face in Seungmin’s neck, not quite sure how to answer. Did he want to admit to his preferred position of ass in the air and face smushed into his pillows. Could he even manage to say that out loud? What was the best position when it wasn’t just him? Would Seungmin find that weird, or not like it?

“U-Uh anything is okay, I-I think?” He mumbled.

Seungmin snaked a hand between them, gripping Jeongin’s chin gently and pulling his face out of hiding to look at him. “Have you done this before?”

Jeongin refused to meet his eyes, feeling the embarrassment filling him more every second and wondering if there would come a day where these kinds of things wouldn’t fluster him. “M-Maybe a couple of times.”

Seungmin chuckled, leaning in for a soft kiss before murmuring against Jeongin’s lips. “You’re so cute.” Another kiss. “Can you lay over my lap on your stomach for me, cutie?”

Jeongin wasn’t sure if it was just purely to tease him or because Seungmin liked the sound of the pet name but either way it was making his head spin. He nodded without saying a word, not trusting his own voice for a second as he did as Seungmin asked. He thought this might be the best position, able to hide in the pillows and muffle his moans and grip the sheets and not unlike what he had done himself.

It didn’t stop him from feeling shy, heart beating wildly as Seungmin’s hands ran up the backs of his thighs before hooking into the waistband of his sweats. Jeongin squirmed a little, fingers digging into the soft duvet tightly as he let out a shaky breath.

“Can I take these off?” Seungmin toyed with the soft fabric with one hand, the other rubbing Jeongin’s back. Surely it was meant to calm him but it was only making him feel more turned on. 

“Mhm,” the sounds came out very high in Jeongin’s voice but he held back his whine of embarrassment. Seungmin gave his thigh a little squeeze before slowly slipping his sweats and boxers down his legs. Jeongin took in a shaky breath, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to quell the thoughts that were washing over him of what Seungmin might think of this part of his body he had yet to see.

“It’s unbelievable that every inch of you is so pretty, Innie.” The words fell so easily off of Seungmin’s lips, as if they didn’t make Jeongin’s heart burst like fireworks had just gone off. Jeongin couldn’t help the giggle that fell off his lips as he hid his face fully in a pillow, if for no other reason than to try and hide how warm his skin had gotten. He shook his head a little bit, trying to refuse the compliment but apparently Seungmin wasn’t having that.

“I mean it, cutie,” his fingers dragged slowly up the back of Jeongin’s thigh. “You’re just so pretty.”

Don’t let that go to your head.

It might be the only time he was in agreement with his inner thoughts, trying not to like the new pet name too much. He couldn’t get used to such things, he couldn’t let himself think it meant anything or that Seungmin meant anything by it.

He did anyway.

Seungmin reached to the side and Jeongin could hear the bedside table slide open and the closed. He bit down on his lip, trying to keep his breathing even as he heard the quiet sound of Seungmin squirting lube onto his fingers. He couldn't seem to help his nerves and excitement as butterflies fluttered their wings against the walls of his stomach. 

“Just relax for me, okay?” Seungmin murmured.

“O-Okay,” the word came out choked and definitely not relaxed and Seungmin chuckled.

“You know if you’re tense I can’t do this, Innie.”

“I know that,” he muttered into the pillow. 

“Can you take some deep breaths for me?”

Jeongin nodded. His breaths were a little uneven but he did his best. Seungmin ran one hand over his back soothingly while the other gently coaxed his legs apart a little more. With each breath he felt a little more tension leave his body, relaxing against Seungmin’s lap and soft bed. 

“Just like that,” Seungmin hummed. “Keep taking deep breaths for me.”

Jeongin did just as he said, though his breath hitched when he felt Seungmin’s finger start to run in gentle circles around his entrance. He curled his fingers further into the duvet as a rush of arousal ran through him from the gentle touch.

“So good for me.” The reassuring words fell off of Seungmin’s lips and Jeongin shyly burrowed into the pillow a little more, muffling his whimper. He didn’t dare say anything, not trusting his voice to carry his thoughts effectively, especially as Seungmin pushed the tip of his finger inside him.

It didn’t matter that he’d done this to himself before, it didn't matter how many times he’d imagined what it could be like, something about Seungmin’s finger pushing into him, his warm legs underneath him, his hand rubbing his back made it all very different. He felt so much more sensitive and needy when it was Seungmin, even more so than in his own daydreams and it came with a fresh wave of emotions. His breathing was a little more shallow as Seungmin carefully worked his finger in deeper. He took his time, squeezing at Jeongin’s waist and keeping his movements slow.

“Are you feeling okay?”

Jeongin could only let out a whimper, a slight nod even as he couldn’t quite get a deep breath. Even with his face in the pillow he squeezed his eyes shut. The waves of pleasure from each little movement of Seungmin’s fingers just felt like so much and it had far too many feelings filling him nearly to the brim. Lovely, wonderful, horrible, confusing, and painful feelings. 

“Are you sure?” Seungmin asked with so much tenderness it made Jeongin tremble a little, everything from his breath to his heart feeling uneven. Maybe it was how turned on he was and how much more sensitive he felt with Seungmin. Maybe it was his new acceptance of the love he felt. Maybe it was his own shyness and how big of a step this felt like it. Or maybe it was some mix of everything but his head and heart were full to the point of bursting that Jeongin was biting down on his lip and trying to swallow down the lump that was rapidly forming in his throat.

“Y-Yeah,” his voice was shaky and within seconds Seungmin pulled his finger away, leaving Jeongin whimpering.

“Innie, what’s wrong?” His voice was laced with concern and embarrassment started to mix with everything else inside of Jeongin, feeling as if he was overreacting to this overwhelming onslaught of emotions. 

“N-Nothing,” he muttered unconvincingly. He felt Seungmin gently pushing him over and it took a few seconds before he blinked his watery eyes open to meet Seungmin’s worried ones.

“What happened?” Seungmin leaned over him, cupping his face with his clean hand. “Did I hurt you? Was it-”

Jeongin shook his head, shifting his gaze. “No n-no. J-Just- I don’t know.”

“Do you want to just cuddle for a while?” Seungmin offered but Jeongin shook his head again. He knew he wanted to do this, he wasn’t sure why he was feeling so many things all at once, unable to keep things from spilling over.

“I want- We can- I wanna do this. It’s- It’s just different when I do it alone,” he managed.

Seungmin fixed him with a soft smile. “How about a different position? Maybe you’ll feel comfortable if we’re a little closer.”

Jeongin answered with a nod, sucking in a shaky breath and trying to steady himself. Seungmin didn’t let him think about it too much before he kissed him deeply. Some of the thoughts became a little fuzzy in his mind and he was thankful for any reprieve from them. 

Seungmin helped him to lay back on the bed properly before fully pulling off the sweats that had been bunched at his ankles. Seungmin settled between his legs before leaning over him and pressing another kiss to his lips. Jeongin relaxed a little more into the kisses, feeling Seungmin’s hands on his thighs before he slowly pushed his legs up towards his chest.

Jeongin gave Seungmin a wide-eyed look as he pulled back from the kiss, heart beating fast at the new position, so much more open than before, but Seungmin just kissed his nose with a grin.

“I need your legs back, Innie,” he hummed. 

“I-I know that,” he muttered, thankfully at least that Seungmin was close enough that he didn’t feel too exposed.

Seungmin leaned in to kiss him again, this time lingering and deepening the kiss while adding more lube to his finger. He started to tease Jeongin again. Slowly circling his finger before pushing it in halfway and moving in shallow thrusts and slow curls. At the same time he dragged Jeongin’s bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled back from the kiss, letting a moan fall freely from Jeongin’s throat. 

As he worked his finger deeper Jeongin let his eyes flutter open and immediately regretted it. Seungmin was watching him, gaze intense and a ghost of a smirk on his lips while his free hand ran gently over his chest and stomach. He was taking in every little reaction that Jeongin had and along with a rush of arousal that made his cock jump against his lower stomach a sudden shyness overtook him and he groaned, covering his face.

“Y-You can see me like this,” Jeongin mumbled.

Seungmin kissed the backs of his hands. “I could see you before.”

“Not my face.”

“This is much better,” he murmured. “I like your face.”

Jeongin peeked through his fingers, trying to fix Seungmin with a glare but sure that he didn’t quite pull it off. A grin tugged at Seungmin’s lips in response to whatever expression he’d managed as he curled his finger in a way that forced a moan from Jeongin.

“See, it’s not so bad.”

Jeongin carefully moved his hands away, biting down on his lip to try and stifle any more sounds and feeling his face burning. His eyes finally left Seungmin’s as another moan managed its way past his lips and he felt the embarrassment welling up inside of him from something so close and intimate. It was making his dizzying array of emotions all the more confusing, not helped by his brain growing sluggish from arousal and pleasure.

Jeongin did have enough wherewithal to grab at Seungmin’s shoulders, fixing a pout onto his lips as he pulled him closer. He felt barely able to form one coherent thing to say to Seungmin with the array of feelings whirling through him but he knew he wanted to feel close to him.

Seungmin obliged with ease, managing to kiss him even if Jeongin’s kisses were messy. He never seemed to mind what kind of kisses Jeongin gave him, content with whatever his lips were met with.

Jeongin desperately tried to rid his mind of that one clear thought by kissing Seungmin harder.

It seemed to work for a while at least. Seungmin’s tongue slipped past his lips and Jeongin let it in with ease and moans. He noticed Seungmin’s finger slowing but couldn’t manage to think about what that meant until he felt the slow push of two fingers into him.

His head fell back in a wanton moan as Seungmin moved his fingers shallowly. He pressed kisses to Jeongin’s cheeks as he kept his movements gentle and slow through Jeongin’s heavy breaths and arms locked around him. Pleasure coursed through him from every little movement of Seungmin’s fingers and he squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the tightening starting in the pit of his stomach.

“Is that alright, Innie?” Seungmin’s voice was far too pretty and the sound was purely dizzying. It was all Jeongin could manage to nod, biting uselessly on his bottom lip in a way that kept no sounds from escaping him. 

He felt like every feeling he’d ever had was welling up inside him all at once as his pleasure rose slowly towards its peak. He couldn’t make much sense of any of the disjointed thoughts in his lust-addled brain, just that with each passing moment he felt more in every sense of the word. 

And still a moan of the word “more” was falling off his lips, like they had a mind of their own, not that he disagreed. Quite the opposite in fact as Seungmin’s fingers reached deeper inside him, brushing past a spot that had his hips trying to buck up and cock jump against his stomach.

“You want more, cutie?” There was almost no teasing in Seungmin’s voice but the way he leaned in to murmur in Jeongin’s ear was only making more arousal run down his spine. He nodded desperately as his fingers dug into Seungmin’s shoulders. His whimper just barely resembled a “please” as he felt like everything in him was about to overflow. But he wouldn’t stop, nothing in the world could make him want to stop.

Seungmin shifted a little, and then Jeongin felt a hand wrapping around his cock. He let out a broken moan as his back arched off the bed, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes from the amount of everything he was feeling, whole body starting to tense and hips trying to rock for more sensation in every way.

“Gonna cum for me, cutie?” Seungmin murmured and it was all Jeongin could do to nod and whimper out an affirmation at the way his high was fast approaching. His thighs tensed, stomach tight and nails digging into Seungmin’s skin as Seungmin pressed a kiss below his ear, fingers moving just a little more roughly, putting a little more pressure on the spot inside him that had him seeing stars behind his eyelids.

“Such a good boy. Can you cum for me, Innie? Please?”

Seungmin’s sweet request would have been enough to have Jeongin cumming in his pants completely untouched. It was more than enough to send him over the edge, a cry of Seungmin’s name falling from his lips as he released, feeling his cock pulsing in Seungmin’s hand as hot strings of cum landed on his lower stomach. An absolute tidal wave of pleasure crashed over him, making every inch of his body shake and were his eyes open, Seungmin would have seen them roll back as his body experienced the pure bliss he’d been given.

A soft curse left Seungmin’s lips and at the moment Jeongin didn’t manage to realize that it was because of the sight of him. He was too encompassed with the slow movements of Seungmin’s fingers, working him through the last of his high, and then the rough kiss on his lips. He didn’t register the wetness on his own cheeks from the tears that had flowed over. And he didn’t know he was saying words between the kisses. The same three words over and over like a mantra.

“I love you.” 

Another kiss pressed to his lips before he’d even finished the last word, too breathy and quiet to properly hear.

“I love you.” 

It was as if everything that had been hidden in his heart was tired of being in the dark. It felt like everything inside of him had released all at once.

Tears.

Cum.

And…

“I love you.”

Seungmin’s fingers stilled before pulling out of him. The words falling off of Jeongin’s lips one more time as the bed shifted and Seungmin didn’t come back down for another kiss. Only then did he blink his eyes open, still blurry from tears, confusion fogging his brain as he cleared his vision and fixed his gaze on Seungmin, eyes wide as he stared back at Jeongin.

Jeongin shakily pushed up onto his elbows, brain still too slow to understand why Seungmin was looking at him like that.

“What-” Seungmin just blinked at him. “What did you say?”

“I- I…”

As if liquid nitrogen had been shot through his veins he felt as if everything went cold. His mouth hung open with no explanation as his heart squeezed painfully in his chest while his own words caught up to him.

Stupid! How could you be so stupid!?

The tears welled up quickly in Jeongin’s eyes, mouth clamping shut and bottom lip quivered. No smile, no laugh, not even an awkward joke. Almost no reaction at all to his words other than shock from the man sitting over him. Jeongin shifted away from Seungmin quickly, dropping his gaze. He couldn’t burst into tears. Not now. Not after that.

Such an idiot! How hard is it to keep your mouth shut?! How did you manage to fuck it up this badly?!

“Jeongin…” Seungmin’s tone was… apologetic? Confused? Upset? Jeongin couldn’t tell but he didn’t want to dwell on it. As fast as he could manage he rolled off the bed and grabbed his sweats. He didn’t care about the cum dripping down his stomach and onto his thighs, he could clean it up later. He just needed to get the fuck out of this room. “Jeongin, hold on-”

“Sorry.” He said it quickly, keeping his eyes trained on the floor and far too scared to look at Seungmin, lest his expression be even worse than what he’d already seen. Maybe anger. Maybe disgust. Maybe pity.

“Innie, just-”

“I’m really sorry.” He could hear his own voice breaking as he crossed the room to the door. “Just- Just- sorry.”

He ignored the way Seungmin called after him, his fear carrying him down the hallway and to his room as fast as he could run, far too scared of Seungmin’s reaction to stay any longer, in far too much pain to bear another second. His tears spilled over finally as he slammed his door shut, sliding down it and crumpling into a heap on the floor, humiliated, heart broken sobs wracking his body.

#oops i made it real sad #i promise itll get better #but it had to hurt first #in imgines #in smut #jeongin imagines #jeongin smut #yang jeongin smut #seungmin imagines #seungmin smut #kim seungmin smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids smut #stray kids angst

[bettsfic]

Betts,

Would you be comfortable in showing us what your messy first drafts look like? Not for a whole story but maybe an excerpt and noting how it changed in revisions. I’ve been looking for first drafts by writers and either found they look almost identical to finish printed version or I can’t find them at all.

i can show you what a messy first draft looks like but i don't think it'll be very illuminating. for me, the down draft is mostly about developmental work. i'll write ten scenes and the final draft will be chunks from six of them. so on a small scale it looks like i don't do much editing, but big picture i write over twice as much as i end up keeping, and what i keep has usually been completely rewritten. so if i do a side by side comparison of a scene, what you're not seeing is the stuff that didn't make the cut, or all the ways i wrote in the wrong direction for a long time, or the hours of research i had to do for a single detail (an example of which you'll see below).

i wrote an issue of my newsletter about my drafting process, so that might be more helpful. i also answered an ask recently about ways to develop a scene if you're stuck.

unfortunately i don't have the brainwidth to do all the research here, but the new yorker published an early draft of raymond carver's "what we talk about when we talk about love" which as originally called "beginners," and somewhere there's a detailed comparison of the two and the changes his editor, gordon lish, made.

but! you asked to see a draft comparison. so here's a draft comparison.

so this got a little crazy and i ended up making a gdoc for scene 2 so you could see them together. see link at the bottom. conclusion: comparing drafts is very hard and i don't think this probably helps at all but i tried.

"final" draft

these are the first two scenes of a short story i wrote called The Group W Bench. we begin in 1970 and then move into present day-ish. i've bolded the small things that were actually big things, and i'll explain why they were big things at the end.

"final" is in quotes because there is a different final draft of this story that goes in a completely different book.

scene 1: past

They didn’t hand out 4-Fs in St. Louis. Supposedly it was the worst draft office in the country. I didn’t know anyone who’d gotten out of it, but in my hometown they didn’t seem to want to. Most everyone was proud and eager to get shipped off.

My number was 66 and it’d been pulled just after I turned nineteen. On the bus to the induction center, I tried to come up with a plan. My only options seemed to be mutilating myself or flat-out running. I was too much of a coward for the former and I couldn’t wrap my head around the latter. There were only a dozen of us on the bus and I had my whole seat to myself. Out the window, cornfields blurred past; it was August and the stalks were head-high. I tried to imagine myself out in the jungle holding an M16, but I couldn’t. I’d graduated high school with a C-average, only kissed one girl one time, was raised by parents who’d had no parents of their own. My mother grew up in an orphanage. My father rode the rails. They fucked up my brother Tommy, did a little better with Wyatt, but by the time I came along, they’d given up. Sometimes I felt feral, raised by wolves.

Across the aisle, a guy was playing the harmonica. He had shaggy black hair and stubble around his jaw, big nose bent at the bridge. He caught me staring at him and I looked away quickly. He crossed the aisle and sat beside me. 

“You look like you don’t want to be here,” he said.

He didn’t sound like he was from Missouri. He sounded like an actor on TV, all hard Rs and round vowels. I didn’t respond to him. For all I knew he was a plant, some kind of spy trained to sniff out potential defectors.

He ran his thumb over the shiny surface of the harmonica. The movement reflected the sun into my eyes. “Buddy of mine got his arm blown off.”

“My brother died,” I told him. I’d been the one to answer the door that day. I was only sixteen and the boy who delivered the telegram couldn’t have been much older. He handed it over, touched the brim of his hat, and said, “I’m sorry for your loss.”

There were no remains. Nothing to bury. Just a bit of yellow cardstock telling me Tommy was dead.

“Sorry to hear that, man.” He held out his hand. “Jack Ward.”

I shook it. “Birdie Mills.”

Jack smiled, a deep dimple carved into each cheek. “Hell of a name, Birdie Mills. Where you from?”

“Here. Couple hours north.”

“California. Riverside.”

“What’re you doing here?”

“Just got out of film school. Can’t get student deferment anymore. So I started bouncing around, you know, changing my address. They finally pinned me down.”

I hadn’t thought of that, transferring draft centers, delaying as long as possible hoping the war would finally end. It was a relief to meet someone as reluctant to go as I was. I felt crazy sometimes, surrounded by men who wanted nothing more than to die for their country. I couldn’t imagine loving anything so much I’d be willing to give my life for it.

“You have a plan?” I asked.

“Nope.” We turned into the induction center lot. “I’m gonna wing it.”

early draft

according to my document, i wrote this on november 8, 2022, so almost exactly a year ago. at that time, this was one chapter of a novel that had alternating POVs in third person. i had about 90k of this novel written. which turned into a short story. which turned into a different novel.

scene 1

Birdie’s number was 257 and it was pulled shortly after he turned nineteen. His draft office was in St. Louis, notoriously one of the worst in the country. There were no 4-Fs in St. Louis. He didn’t know a single man who’d gotten out of it, but then again, they didn’t want to. Most everyone in his town was eager and proud to get shipped off. 

On the bus to the induction center, he tried to come up with a plan, but nothing came to him. Out the window, cornfields blurred past; it was August and the stalks were head-high. He tried to imagine himself out in the jungle holding an M16, but he was just a coward from Missouri who graduated high school with a C-average, who had only kissed one girl one time, who was raised by parents who’d had no parents of their own. His mother grew up in an orphanage. His father rode the rails. They fucked up Tommy, did a little better with Wyatt, but by the time Birdie came along, they’d given up. Sometimes he felt feral, raised by wolves.

Across the aisle, a guy was playing the harmonica. Birdie couldn’t pull his eyes away from him. He had shaggy black hair and stubble around his jaw, big nose bent at the bridge. He caught Birdie staring at him and kept his gaze, some recognition in his eyes, and a moment later he was slotting the harmonica into his jacket pocket and coming to sit next to Birdie.

“You look like you don’t want to be here,” the guy said.

Birdie didn’t say anything. For all he knew, the man could be some kind of spy trying to sniff out defectors. 

“Buddy of mine got his arm shot off.”

“My brother died,” Birdie admitted.

“Sorry to hear that, man.” He held out his hand. “Jack Ward.”

Birdie shook it. “Birdie Mills.”

Jack smiled, a deep dimple carved into each cheek. “Quite a name, Birdie Mills. Where you from?”

“Here,” Birdie said. “Couple hours north.”

“California. Riverside,” Jack offered. 

“What are you doing here?”

“Just got out of film school. Can’t get student deferment anymore. So I started bouncing around, you know, changing my address. They finally pinned me down.”

Birdie hadn’t thought of that, transferring draft centers, delaying as long as possible hoping the war would finally end. It was a relief to meet someone as reluctant to go as he was. He felt crazy sometimes, surrounded by men who wanted nothing more than to die for their country. 

“You have a plan?” Birdie asked.

“Nope,” Jack said, pulling his harmonica back out. They were turning into the induction center lot. “I’m gonna wing it.”

changes and why i made them

lotto number 257 was pulled in 1970 but only numbers under 125 were drafted. it took an entire afternoon to figure out how the selective service lotto even worked.

turning this into a short story, the sentence "They didn’t hand out 4-Fs in St. Louis" was a stronger opening.

as a chapter in a book, at this point the reader is familiar with birdie and knows him only as a scoundrel-type character seen from the perspective of his son who despises him, and his daughter who reveres him. so in the old version, it was satisfying (or intended to be) to get to his POV and see him from his own perspective. as a short story, i tried to organize the opening in such a way that you get grounded pretty quickly and see birdie as a scared kid before you get to the scoundrel days (see below).

the brief "my brother died" flashback was the first part i wrote in his POV, and that was back when the structure of the narrative was a series of short, titled vignettes. so on one hand i was glad i got to keep it but sad i had to shoehorn it into a different scene instead of allowing it to open the piece.

the novel was written in third person but when i tackled it as a short story i decided to change it to first person because i like first person better, and birdie is a very fun narrator.

the "I couldn't imagine..." sentence was added in the short story version because in the present timeline, birdie's about to get shot to save his daughter while they're robbing a bank together. so in one sentence, i managed to condense an arc that before took a VERY long time to establish.

this got kind of out of hand. i tried to do the same thing with scene 2 but it was hard in the text window so i did it side by side in a google document. if you want, you can add comments asking why i did certain things and i'll answer you there. i'm sure i missed stuff.

sorry if this isn't helpful!

#writing advice #bk #rabbit's blood #revision

[questionablequeeries]

Fangs biting, unable to breathe, swatting desperately, vision blurring. Dead.

Eddie woke up with a startled cry, instantly checking on his scars as if they’d suddenly begin bleeding again. When he deemed them sufficiently sealed, he fell back on his bed with a soft sigh, “Just a dream.” He mumbled, “You’re okay.” He felt a lazy little kiss to the scar creeping up his chin, turning to the man next to him with an apologetic smile, “Hey, sorry about that. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Steve nudged Eddie’s shoulder, “You never complain when I’m the one screaming. Or throwing sleep punches.” He murmured, sitting up in their bed, and Eddie couldn’t help reaching out and stroking his hair, “Besides, I’m ninety percent certain Wayne’s letting me live here only on the contingency that you have a bed buddy.”

Eddie snorted, “Shut up. Pretty sure Wayne thinks of you like the son he never had. Now he has a sports friend to watch sports with.” Although Eddie did actually sit down with them, usually with a book or a figurine to paint or something, but he still cheered and celebrated when they did despite never knowing why. He was actually beginning to suspect they were overjoyed at literally nothing just to fuck with him.

“Happy anniversary.” Steve smiled, “It’s been one year since we had our first kiss and our first date.” When he stood up, Eddie ogled his very hunky boyfriend’s very hunky body, and if anybody said that a man dressed in pajamas with little ice creams on them and an old Metallica shirt wasn’t absolutely pinnacle beauty, Eddie would be the first in line to fight them, “I’m gonna make us pancakes to celebrate.”

Eddie wouldn’t deny his Stevie’s delicious cooking, but he had to argue as he followed after the other, “I don’t think mouth-to-mouth and a trip to the hospital count as a kiss and a date, there, Snookums.”

He grinned when Steve rolled his eyes at the nickname, “I think it does. Plus, we have matching couples’ tattoos.”

“Steven, no, hypothetical bat scars aren’t tats.” It was time for Eddie to roll his eyes now. They often added ‘hypothetical’ to every Upside Down related thing around Wayne because it wasn’t technically breaking the NDA. Or maybe it was. Eddie hadn’t read it.

He smiled for a few moments before it dimmed, glancing to where his uncle was clearly focused on some old Western so he wouldn’t be eavesdropping, “I…I dreamed that I died.” He said softly, leaning against the wall as he watched Steve grabbing ingredients, “Sometimes I wonder if maybe I did die. Maybe this is all a dream.” He added, twisting his pig ring around and around. He let out an oof when he was suddenly wrapped up in a tight bear hug.

“Hey, no, you’re right here.” Steve rested his palm against Eddie’s chest when he pulled away, and Eddie felt the flicker of a smile at the sturdy warmth of it, “Sure feels like it’s beating. Besides, come on, what a bad way to go. Like, it would just be so lazy if the universe decided to drop you into our lives just to take you out again after only three days!” That smile turned into a grin as Steve continued with the dramatics he’d picked up from his boyfriend, “If you’d suddenly decided to be a hero by literally just standing there,” And now he flicked Eddie’s forehead, pulling a whine from the metalhead, “Still totally mad at you for that, by the way. Seriously! You thought running away from what you saw with Chrissy made you a coward and standing still when a flock of man-eating monsters was chasing after you was somehow a great way to make amends!” He let out a heavy sigh through his nose before he rested his head on Eddie’s shoulder, voice quieter, “If, after all you’d done to stay alive you’d been taken from us, from me, like that…I think I’d lose faith in whatever god’s calling the shots.” He pecked Eddie’s lips before moving back to the stove, point made.

Eddie watched for a few minutes, the smell of cooking food filling their new trailer, before he impulsively wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist and peered over him to watch his hands work, “Happy anniversary to the day we told the universe that we make our own story.”

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