#hes moved the second most times of the main boiling over characters. the most id cayanne (career stuff + childhood moves)

[everyothermouse]

Luke's jacket is from his old school, but he hasn't grown that much since then, he's not short short but he definitely isn't tall. Jake likes taking a lot of pictures, but Luke has photo issues cus some witness protection stuff means hes not been supposed to be to be in publicly posted photos for his most of his life. Makes an odd combo for friendship, but Jake doesn't mind that much

#luke #emory #vanessa #jake #boiling over #artinevee #the photo thing honestly isnt that big a deal anymore cus hes aged a bit so hes less recognizable as the same kid #cus he was like 8 at the time they moved him away #hes got photo anxiety but at the same time like the constant secret hope to be photoed and found again yknow #like that sort of 'i was being abused but it was my childhood and it feels more like home than whatever this is' feel. #better to grow up outside of the mafia than in it but it doesnt always feel that way when your life stays a trainwreck after u leave #for the record no he didnt join the mafia at 8 he just happened to coincidentally get thrown in the middle of some shit with it #and when i say abuse i dont mean physical abuse i mean repeated exposure to intense and stressful situations involving violence against #others in front of him at a young age. #i feel like i generally mention lukes past of bad people but i dont know if ive listed it out directly before #his parents are also divorced if i havent mentioned that. his dad lives with a dog and luke lives with his mom. theyre both kind of #neglectful in general #hes moved the second most times of the main boiling over characters. the most id cayanne (career stuff + childhood moves) #kath vanilla and emory have all never moved. vanessa and jake have both moved once (vanessa and emorys parents marriage led to her moving #into emorys fams house- jakes mom had to move house to make room for his baby sister) #marshall has also moved once as in just moving into his apartment with cayanne #luke moved once for witness protection then again for divorce then again to move schools i believe? i might be forgetting a move but i thin #k thats it. #cayanne moved a fuck ton in childhood (his parents are bikers and practically lived on the road) #and then as an adult hes lived where his baseball team goes basically until he actually settled down with marshall for in between times #instead of just staying with his parents or jumping between motels

[moonlit-seren]

Reasons To Stay || Jung Yunho x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Y/n’s been working for one of the biggest news companies in Seoul for five years now, and like many others she/he wants a change in scenery. However, there are a handful of things keeping her/him from leaving, and one of them came in the form of an accidental blind date.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: SOFTNESS OVERDOSE- None

Word Count: 7.7k

A/N: I’m posting my very first Ateez imagine on my two week anniversary as a new Atiny. I’m so psyched to be a part of this growing family and I’d like to thank @every1studio for welcoming me into it UwU. The main character’s best friend was inspired by this ray of sunshine right here @rubyyong, I wanted to show her a little appreciation for being one of the many writers who influence me to become better and let her know that I’m here supporting her from afar. So yeah, happy reading. <3

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I sighed, glancing through one of the floor length windows adjacent to my desk. It was a particularly nice day outside, the fluffy clouds casting dark shadows on the world while the sun lit it up with a brilliant glow. The contrast was nearly eerie, like yin and yang, both the sun and the clouds out of our reach yet seemingly tangible if you lay on your back and reach your hands for the sky.

The streets below seemed busier than usual, the already terrible traffic appeared far more congested than normal. Due to the lack of movement in the streets, the multitude of car horns blared in a messy diarray with one another, the loud sounds varying in pitch but all sharing one thing in common. They wouldn’t stop.

Looking down at the vehicles made me glad that the office’s walls were soundproof, otherwise everyone in the building would have gone deaf by now. However, there were a few unlucky people on the street who had to endure cacophony of car horns as their speed quickened while walking to whatever destination they had in mind.

“It’s terrible isn’t it?” asked one of my coworkers, the newly promoted intern seeming to appear out of the blue. Her name was Chloe and she was one of the few reasons why I hadn’t quit my job yet in this suffocating office building. We worked for one of Seoul’s biggest news companies, her in the creative department and me in the editorial department.

Our departments were located on different floors, so it surprised me to see her standing here, one hand fiddling with her ID badge and the other resting on her hip. Her eyes were trained on the streets below like mine were, before fluttering up to meet mine while waiting for my response.

I simply nodded as my eyebrows furrowed, hoping that the traffic wouldn’t be this bad when I had to drive back to my apartment in the evening. It already took a solid half an hour to drive back home without any traffic jams, and just imagining trying to get back while moving at a snail’s pace… Well, I honestly didn’t even want to imagine that.

“I heard someone in the elevator say that the city closed a few roads to repair them, so that must be the reason why there’s so much traffic,” I stated, eyebrows arched and lips pursed in an expression that read ‘I don’t really know’ while I shrugged to emphasize my lack of knowledge over the situation.

Chloe nodded as if to show that she’d agreed with my thoughts, her sleek high ponytail bouncing with the movement. She was wearing a knee length, peach colored sundress today, with soft magenta roses littering the garment like powdered sugar on freshly baked cupcakes. Her excellent sense of fashion always brought a bright burst of liveliness into the office, regardless of whether she was in a black, leather jacket or a pastel blue sweater top.

The comparison I always made, much to her distaste, was a small, yet thriving plant amidst a world of manmade objects and other inanimate items. I thought it was fitting. She just found it cliché.

It was a little off how we ended up as friends. Originally I thought that it’d be best to keep my distance, as bubbly people tend to get annoying after a while. Although, when I was asked to show her around the building, I realized that her perkiness was a breath of fresh air compared to the droopy gazes of the sleepy workers mulling about on my floor.

She was a ray of sunshine that lit my dim world and inspired me to let loose and remember what it’s like seeing things from an optimistic point of view. To put it simply, she helped me learn to live again, something I had forgotten when I reached adulthood.

Suddenly seeming to remember why she was up here, Chloe let out a small “Oh, right” while snapping her fingers before turning her body away from the window to face me instead. “I just wanted to inform you that it was lunch break, since you tend to forget while you’re immersed in the fancy world of grammar and punctuation.”

Her wild hand gestures accompanying the last three words of her sentence had me rolling my eyes. It was a known fact that no one on my floor, except for me, actually enjoyed correcting the numerous grammatical errors of others.

I couldn’t blame them though, since most of us were just here to make a living. Which brings me to my second reason for tolerating my job. I used to love the idea of doing something in this field for a living, words always had a way to entrance me in them which explains why I practically lived in libraries growing up.

I practically jumped at the opportunity when I was offered this job, but after five years of being stuck here, the magic of it all faded away into oblivion. Originally I was only working part time, since I was in my second year of college, but when I graduated I was given a full time job.

Of course, when I entered the company, I started at the very bottom of the corporate ladder. My main job was to be an errand girl like Chloe was before her promotion. I won’t even lie, it was absolutely horrible, and I know the girl in front of me would agree.

I can’t even recall how many cups of coffee just a single worker needed, as they would all fall asleep otherwise. In the first few hours of the morning, the demand for coffee was so great that I had petitioned for there to be five coffee machines rather than the two that we had.

Needless to say, I went home everyday with at least one new burn from the boiling hot liquid I had to carry around, and my hands really weren’t a pretty sight due to them. Thankfully I learned my lesson after the first week, opting to buy gloves that would help protect my hands and a bright red stop sign I attached to my tray so that people would stop running into me.

It was quite the sight, and really just a mortifying memory I have ingrained in the back of my head. Though Chloe didn’t have it as bad, shortly after I was promoted the company bought three more coffee machines as requested and hired more people so that there were more sets of hands dealing everyone their daily doses of caffeine.

Which brings me back to present day, as a 22 year old who seemed to age mentally far beyond my actual years living on this earth.

“Yeah, I didn’t notice the time. Do you want to go get a drink with me? I heard a new cafe opened up a few blocks down and so far there have only been positive reviews from the people I’ve asked about it,” I asked, kind of hoping that Chloe would agree to go, because who wouldn’t want some company?

However, I could see her response before she verbalized it in the way that she furrowed her eyebrows with a slight pout. “I can’t, there’s a new batch of interns that came in just yesterday, and for some reason none of them know how to work a coffee machine.”

I laughed at her predicament, imagining Chloe surrounded by a small group of college students too used to buying an overpriced coffee at a local cafe than to make their own brews with a machine.

“Okay, have fun,” I teased, standing up to stretch my back and roll a few cricks out of my neck. Chloe cringed at the little pops and cracks, reaching behind me to help pick up my bag that strewn across the back of my chair. It was pretty warm outside still, being in the early months of fall, which is why I didn’t have a coat with me.

I thanked her as I slipped the bag over my shoulder, before walking away with a slight wave. Since Chloe wouldn’t be going with me today, I decided to get her something at the cafe since I knew her taste in pastries and drinks quite well.

The elevator ride was pretty quick, albeit rather crowded as large groups of people were also on their way out to enjoy their break somewhere else.

The company was rather generous with its workers, allowing them a full hour long break before returning back to their 9-5 schedule. Maybe that was my third reason for staying at the company despite being sick of the mountain of words I had to go through daily.

The elevator reached the lobby floor with a small ding, the door nearly closing on me as everyone shuffled out of the metal box. I had allowed myself to get trapped near the back of the elevator as people piled in, which was why I had been the last to leave.

The front lobby was rather big, with a fancy granite front desk with gold accenting, and several marble columns spread around the floor to support the high ceiling.

To the right of the front desk was a small sitting area marked by a sprawling beige rug, dark leather couches, and a bamboo table resting in the middle. To the left of the front desk was a small water fountain with a family of koi fish lazily swimming about the bed of pennies and nickels thrown in.

I never really understood the point of throwing coins into fountains. People were basically wasting change, poisoning the fish, and drowning their elusive dreams in a supposed wishing well.

Still, I never voiced my thoughts out loud. After all, I didn’t want to crush the pure wishes of the children begging for coins from their parents in order to perform the simple act of hoping.

Not to mention that I had also fit into that crowd as a young girl, making desperate wishes to get the boy I liked to like me back. Of course, they were all left unheard, or maybe even ignored, which only served to fuel my distaste for making wishes on copper coins.

I’d much rather save my change to tip baristas, as I finally understood their struggle after having made hundreds of cups of coffee myself. It was a grueling task and I couldn’t help but sympathize with anyone who had to do what I did as an intern for a living.

Speaking of which, I made my way out of the front door of the office building, immediately cringing at the racket of noise that met my ears. Much to my bittersweet relief, the cars seemed to be moving a tad bit faster than earlier.

Albeit, the new set of cars didn’t sound any different from the last set, with their loud beeping at the mini traffic jams that hadn’t quite thinned out yet.

I reached into my purse and pulled out my earbuds, skilled fingers working quickly to untangle the messy knots the cord had fallen into. There had never been a day where I found them neatly folded like I had left them, so untangling them had become a regular part of my daily routine.

It didn’t take very long, and soon enough I had them plugged into my phone and placed in my ears. Going to my usual playlist, a slow smile spread across my face at the song that had arisen first by chance.

The noise of the car horns completely drowned out with the melody playing in my ears, and I happily mouthed along to the lyrics when the sidewalk before me cleared of any prying eyes as I walked down it.

The only people who could see me making a slight fool out of myself was the people in the cars adjacent to me, nevertheless, they all seemed far too preoccupied with their own lives to notice. Some were on their madly typing away at their phones, others messing with toys they had received with their fast food, and in the driver’s case: vigorously slamming their fists on their horns as if it would help resolve the situation.

“Snapping, snapping,” I whispered softly, eyes taking on a playful lilt as I fell into step with the beat of the song. Despite wanting to burst out dancing, I restrained myself as my mouth snapped closed with an audible click when a figure appeared several feet in front of me.

I wasn’t quite ready to let go of my dignity to the extent of having a little dance break in the middle of the sidewalk of a bustling city. I could practically see steam coming out of the nose of the young woman in front of me, so I popped out an earbud wondering what she could be fuming about.

“Stupid date left me waiting there… Screw men… If I ever get my hands on him… He’ll be dead meat…”

The rest of her words faded with the growing distance between us, having already passed by her as she was walking off in the opposite direction.

“She must’ve been stood up,” I thought, almost pitying her if not for her horrid attitude and snobby scowl. Her date might of had a reason for not showing up, who knows?

Realizing that I had reached my destination, I looked up to check the name of the cafe to be sure. The sign was done in a beautiful gradient with a faint blush pink fading into a vibrant fuchsia. Looking out front, there were bright posters taped to the windows advertising popular drinks and desserts.

Just from the prices on the posters, I could this was a higher class joint, as there was even a small seating area outside with large, turquoise blue umbrellas shielding the tables from the sun. Not to mention that the place also offered breakfast and lunch despite just being a cafe.

In spite of the high prices, I stepped through the door, taking notice of the white daisies growing in the pastel green window boxes. The golden bells above the door chimed, notifying my entrance.

Like always, I was instantly hit with the heavenly scent of freshly ground cinnamon and coffee beans that most cafes seemed to boost.

After becoming employed, I never really had to worry about spending a little extra on a higher quality drink everyday. The high paycheck was the fourth reason why I found the idea of leaving my job so difficult. Besides, It never hurt to have a little extra cash in my bank account in case of a financial emergency.

Slowly making my way to a booth, I took in the interior of the cafe. The walls of the joint were painted the same color as the window boxes, with accenting lining the corners of the spacy room matched the color of the umbrellas outside. The round tables had a translucent glass top with black metal legs, and the chairs sitting around them were made of the same black metal twisted into an intricate design.

I highly doubted the large jewels in the back of the chairs were made of real glass, though they shone the same way a real gem would in the soft lighting coming from the beautiful light fixtures dangling from the ceiling.

There was a marble front desk where the cashier was incase someone just wanted to grab a takeout coffee and/or pastry. Speaking of which, there were numerous display cases lining the marble counters filled with various treats ranging from rainbow colored macarons to cream filled mochi.

Although, there were waiters and waitresses that came to you if you get their attention, in case you have the time to sit about, which is what I choose to do. Standing in line in front of the cashier just seemed like far too much work today, so I decided to just skip the wait.

I sat down in one of the empty booths lining the wall of the cafe. They also had glass table tops, however they were rectangular and the seats were made of artificial black leather the same shade as the chairs in the center of the room.

Suddenly a tall figure burst through the front door, the bells in front of the door crashing together rather harshly unlike the gentle tingle they let out when I walked through.

The male seemed to be around my age, though it was rather hard to tell if he was older or younger considering how his youthful face was paired with a ridiculously tall stature.

The straps of his beige jacket fluttered behind him in the small gust of his abrupt entrance, nearly getting caught in the closing door. His almost puppy like features were framed was light blue hair that looked softer than the clouds I had been admiring in the morning.

I was suddenly struck with the creeping urge to run my hands through the strands, causing an immediate flush to race up my neck as I averted my gaze.

“What am I thinking?” I thought, embarrassment and guilt coursing through my veins. This was precisely why I avoided attractive men like my life depended on it, because I knew as a matter of fact that my dignity did.

The moment my eyes settled on someone who was remotely handsome, my heart raced so quickly that I felt a love struck school girl all over again. Nonetheless, I could never keep my eyes off beautiful specimen for long, hence why my gaze subconsciously traveled back to the male standing at the doorway.

His eyes had been roaming the room, his shoulders sinking dejectedly as he didn’t seem to see who or what he was looking for. However, when he continued to look around his eyes met mine, much to my horror.

His eyes lit up, his mouth forming a little ‘o’ shape, as my eyes snapped back to my lap. A string of curses flew across the forefront of my mind at getting caught staring, as I desperately hoped with all of my being that he wouldn’t walk over.

Of course the heavens ignored my plead.

The cute male slid into the seat across from mine with an apologetic smile. Which struck me as odd as I should have been the apologetic one. Yet the words that slipped out of his lips were far odder, in my opinion.

“I’m so sorry for being late, the traffic today truly was horrible and I ended up stuck in this one traffic jam for…” he started, trailing off as he lifted his wrist to check his watch for the time. “An hour.”

“Huh?” I asked, completely confused. An extremely attractive stranger suddenly appeared out of nowhere, approached me out of all the pretty girls sitting alone in this cafe, and started apologizing when we had never met each other before?

I was about as lost as the person across from me was hot. Like dang, his visuals really attracted the curious gaze of all the aforementioned ladies sitting around the room.

Suddenly something nagged at the back of my mind, the vivid image of the woman from early resurfacing from my memories.

Oh.

He must have thought that I was his blind date.

I opened my mouth to explain the situation, but before I had the chance to collect my thoughts, the guy started talking once again. He had been taking off his coat so he didn’t see the way I had been gaping while pondering how to tell him he had mistaken me for someone else.

He looked up at me, eyes widening when he realized that he never introduced himself. A spellbinding smile spreading across his soft features as he held his hand across the table for a handshake. “Right, my name is Yunho, it’s nice to meet you.”

I hesitantly took his hand, introducing myself with a shaky smile. One look into his warm eyes and I knew that I couldn’t break it to him that his real date had left like a fiery hurricane while spitting out curses like a tasteless rapper.

Yunho repeated my name slowly, as if the savor each and every syllable with a thoughtful smile. It was clear that he was about to drop a cliché pickup line from the way his eyes sparkled mischievously, however, that didn’t soften the impact as my cheeks flushed red. “What a beautiful name.”

What he did next completely caught me off guard as he started mumbling to himself with a sly smile. “I wonder what our ship name would be…”

Deciding that my heart wouldn’t be able to take anymore of his cheesiness, I waved one of the waiters over.

“Ready to order?” Asked the waiter, his ears tinting red when I directed my gaze at him. His grip tightened a little on his mini clipboard and pen, eyes averting to Yunho instead.

“How cute,” I thought, slightly flattered over his actions. Although I never really dated before, I could recognize that smitten expression anywhere. It was then that I recalled that I never actually looked at the small menu, however, that didn’t turn out to be a problem as Yunho ordered for the both of us.

“Have you been here before?” I asked, surprised because I never saw him look at the menu either before the waiter walked away. The cafe opened a few days ago, so it wasn’t entirely unbelievable that he had gone before, though I didn’t think that was the case.

“No, I just ordered the special today if that’s okay with you,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. His shy smile was a stark contrast to the confident front he had thrown up while flirting with me.

I smiled, nodding to assure that I didn’t mind as I would’ve done the same thing. From his timid gaze, I could tell that he never really went out on dates, which greatly relieved me as I hadn’t either.

The waiter came back around again in a few minutes with two plates of omelets with hot cheese oozing out of the seams and juicy, cubed tomatoes peeking through pale yellow egg. On the side of both plates were small bowls of freshly cut fruit topped with little mint sprigs.

It gave off a very insta worthy aesthetic, so I fished out my phone before taking a bite, raising the camera. A smile unknowingly spread across my face at how at peace Yunho looked with the warm afternoon sun perfectly catching the soft curves of his full cheeks while simultaneously dusting golden flakes into his umber eyes.

I lifted my camera a little further, so that it still captured the plate before me but also included Yunho’s adorably focused face. His eyes snapped up at the sound of the camera clicking, fork dangling an inch away from his mouth as I had caught him midbite.

I put my phone away, bashfully mumbling that he looked like an angel glowing in the sunlight like that and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to capture the moment. He blinked a few times in surprise, before laughing softly.

“You should’ve told me beforehand, I could’ve posed,” he teased, cheekily wiggling two peace signs in front of his eyes before drawing up two finger hearts.

I blushed, internally cooing at how cute he looked with such an innocent sparkle in his eye that I thought only existed in children. He was everything he looked like at that moment. A complete and utter angel who radiated purity under the glimmering sun.

Deciding to get something to drink, we called the waiter over once more, who whipped out his mini notepad habitually. And like earlier, he refused to meet my gaze for long, something both Yunho and I noticed.

Yunho flashed me a wink, nudging his head subtly at the waiter as if we weren’t on a date ourselves. I hid a giggle behind my hand at his goofy antics, quickly returning my arm back to the table when the waiter glanced up at me for a second.

“I’ll take two bubble teas with normal tapioca,” I requested, biting back a smile at the bewildered look Yunho shot me. He asked for an iced latte, eyes never leaving mine as the waiter walked away.

“Do you really like bubble tea that much?” He asked, a little awestruck. It wouldn’t have been all that surprising if I did, since everyone on Earth had one big craving they could never get enough of. So, I nodded firmly, looking him dead in the eye with a stoic “yes”.

He looked scared for a moment as if worried he said something wrong and at that I couldn’t hide my snicker.

“I do, but the second cup isn’t for me. I promised a friend that I’d bring her back something since she couldn’t go out for her break,” I explained, smiling cordially as his expression melted back into its usual peaceful bliss.

“How thoughtful,” he whispered, but I heard his sweet words as my disappearing blush suddenly bloomed all over again. I chose to ignore his comment, eyes flashing up to the waiter who reappeared once more with our drinks and a plate of bite size sugar cookies.

He placed all three cups down before putting down the plate with a quiet clinking sound. “Here’s a complimentary plate of sugar cookies for all customers who come during our opening week. Enjoy.”

And with that, he was gone again, almost tripping over himself in his haste to get away.

“Does he think I have the bubonic plague?” I wondered aloud, despite knowing why he was in such a rush. It was written all over the back of his neck and the tips of his ears in various hues of red.

“Maybe you should ask for his number,” mused Yunho, still very clearly amused over the waiter’s crush on me. I narorred my eyes at him, normally if a date encouraged you to pick up someone else then that’s a telltale sign that they’re obviously not interested in a relationship with you.

However, I could tell that Yunho meant everything that he was saying lightheartedly, so I decided to tease him back. “No thanks, I’d rather have yours.”

I could tell the unexpected flirt stunned Yunho, as his jaw dropped. I winked at him the same way he winked at me when the waiter came over, enjoying his flustered reaction. Despite the fact that Yunho would tower over me if we both stood up, he looked no bigger than a child at the moment shrinking into himself with a fiery blush. “Oh.”

I loved how table had turned, with how many times he caused my cheeks to tint pink. It was a small stroke of success, but I didn’t have the heart to continue. Taking the initiative, I asked him about himself, wanting to spend the time we had together developing a close friendship since he seemed to be a fun person to have around.

It wasn’t long before we fell into a deep conversation about ourselves. I learned that he was indeed younger than me by two years, and managed to convince him to call me noona but drop all other honorifics.

Honestly if anyone had told me that I’d end up on a date with someone younger than me, I wouldn’t have believed them. It was always a condition on my ideal type list that the male had to be older. Yet the ridiculous list completely faded away into nothingness in the back of my mind the longer I talked to Yunho.

Instead a new list wrote itself with only two conditions on it: His eyes had to sparkle like a galaxy of stars being reflected on a still lake and his smile had to hold the same warmth as a steaming cup of hot chocolate on a cold winter night.

In other words it was describing the person sitting right in front of me, as he threw his head back, laughing at one of the many comical stories I told him about my fanatical college days.

He was currently in college right now, majoring in the same subject that I majored in. It was nice having someone relate so hard to my past struggles, as he was going through the same things I had gone through with crazy strict teachers and boisterous students marching down the halls like they owned the school.

In return I told him about how I worked as an editor, along with a few facts about me that few people knew or cared to ask about, such as my lowkey love for the artist Chungha.

Yunho said that he had heard a few of her songs before too, leading us down another conversation about our tastes in music and other pop culture.

Sometime during the conversation, Yunho’s phone started to ring as he excused himself from the table. I called the waiter over again during that time, asking for a small takeout bag.

I stuffed the rest of the cookies into it, deciding to take them back to Chloe along with the drink. Pausing for a bit, I pulled out one cookie and placed it back onto the plate incase Yunho wanted one more.

It wasn’t long before he came back, brushing off the topic when I asked him if the call was important. I didn’t want to invade his privacy, hence why I didn’t push the topic. In fact, I only asked because I didn’t want to keep him if there was some sort of emergency.

We picked up on the tail of our last conversation, reengaging in a passionate debate over which Harry Potter book was the best and other things of the sort.

Before I knew it, half an hour past and my break was about to end in twenty minutes. As much as I enjoyed learning about Yunho’s love for sports, fascination over the Harry Potter, and sweet but wild group of friends, I didn’t even want to think about how my manager would breath down my back if I came back late.

Looking down to see my empty cup, I realized with a start that my hand had somehow ended up in Yunho’s. During our conversation his hand had gotten closer and closer to mine, as I had left it lying on the table. I didn’t remember when that had changed, from the tips of his fingers brushing mine to slipping his hand on top of my own.

I wasn’t sure if he noticed this, but when I tried to remove my hand back from his grip, his hold only tightened as his thumb brushed the back of my hand. It became clear that it had been quite intentional.

“Hey, Yunho?” I asked, eyes lifting from our hands up to his face.

“Yeah?” He asked, sweet smile never leaving his lips before the corner of his lips quirked up into a small smirk. It was clear that he was only teasing me by not letting go, as I uncomfortably shifted in my chair.

Deciding not to mention it to save a little bit of my pride, I glanced over at the antique clock on the opposite wall. “My lunch break is nearly over, I have to go.”

He nodded in acknowledgement of my statement, reaching over with his free hand to sling his coat over his arm. “Is it close to here?”

“Yeah, just a ten minute walk away.”

He got up, pulling me up with my hand in his. Before I could comprehend what he was doing, he intertwined our fingers, taking the last sugar cookie off the plate and stuffing it in my mouth to muffle my protests.

My ears were burning scarlet as he led me out of the cafe, pouting slightly as I chewed. This guy seriously… A question floated up, bubbling through my mouth as I looked up at Yunho with furrowed eyebrows. “Did we just dine and dash?”

Yunho shook his head with a little laugh, eyes shifting down to meet mine before looking forward again. “No, I covered the bill earlier.”

That had me pause in my step, causing Yunho to come to a stop too since our hands were intertwined. I don’t recall ever receiving the bill at our table, nor did I hear Yunho say that he was going up front to pay, otherwise I would’ve forced him to split the bill. Although, there was that one time he left to take a call…

That was when the realization of what had happened dawned on me and from Yunho’s knowing smile he could tell that I had figured it out. “You didn’t.”

“But, I did.” he chuckled once more, pulling me forward as he began to walk again. It was clear that he didn’t actually know where we were going, so I widened my stride a little so that we would be walking side by side. It was rather sweet how he intended to walk me back to my office, the same way a guy would take a date home.

Before we got far, my phone went off, the familiar tune of Chungha’s debut song filling the silence between us. My cheeks flushed pink at Yunho’s teasing gaze, deepening as he teased, “Didn’t you say you were just a minor fan?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I brushed him off, excusing myself to take the call. The caller ID read ‘Chlo~’ with a couple of red hearts after it.

“Where are you? You’re usually back by now!” Exclaimed Chloe from the other side of the line, the faint bubbling in the background signifying that she was currently in the lobby near the fountain.

“Sorry, I lost track of time,” I apologized, smiling sheepishly despite the fact that she couldn’t see me. I heard Chloe sigh, telling me to hurry up and get back because ‘she missed me’ before hanging up.

I slipped my phone back into my pocket, before swiftly making my way back to Yunho. “Sorry about that, my coworker was fretting over the fact that I wasn’t back yet.”

Yunho shook his head to dismiss my apology, saying not to worry about it since he was the one taking up my time.

Suddenly, a familiar voice could be heard from the distance coming closer and closer. “Stupid day… No, stupid date… Ditched by a guy now ditched by my clutch… I must have left if in that stupid cafe.”

The girl from earlier appeared in front of us as she rounded the corner, with her head down as she appeared to be typing away angrily on her phone. Pure and sheer panic coursed through my veins at the sight of her. If she was indeed who I thought she was, then the moment she opened her mouth, I’d be exposed.

However, before I could do anything, she slammed in Yunho’s chest due to not watching where she was going. Yunho’s hands flew to her shoulders to steady her, wincing at how he hadn’t seen her coming either since he had been looking at me.

“Watch where you’re- Oh,” she trailed off, eyes widening when she lifted her head up and saw Yunho’s face for the first time. It was almost comical how Yunho could attract the interest of everyone around him without even trying, me being included.

Her hands slowly slipped up to his arms, squeezing lightly while a flirtatious smile replaced her scowl. Since she was so close to Yunho, her back was to me and couldn’t see what I was doing.

Despite being wary of the situation, I couldn’t help but let out an over exaggerated, but silent, gagging noise. I muffled my own laughter at the act with the palm of my hand, however, Yunho didn’t have the liberty to, which was why he couldn’t hide his chuckle.

The girl clinging onto him was confused, but somehow took that as a positive sign as she started to bat her freakishly long eyelashes at him. “Hey, aren’t you Yunho? My name is Hayoung, I’m pretty sure a guy from my class set us up on a date. What was his name again… Junhao?”

I felt like my heart had stopped at her words, hands becoming cold and clammy as I looked at Yunho. Would he get mad at me? Maybe even leave and go on the date that he missed with Hayoung? In my defense I had tried to tell him that I wasn’t his date, though to be fair I really could have tried harder.

Still, Yunho didn’t notice my terrified gaze, instead looking at Hayoung’s hands which were shamelessly feeling up his biceps. He reached up to pry her hands off of him, stepping back to put some distance between the two of them.

“Yeah, that’s me, though I don’t think it’s appropriate to hang off a guy in front of his date,” he commented, shocking me to my core. Yunho finally looked at me with a soft smile, taking one of my hands in his once more.

Hayoung’s wide eyes weren’t nearly as large as mine as we were both baffled over what had just happened. My eyes kept scanning over Yunho’s face to see if I could get a read over his thoughts, yet all I could see in his eyes was the same warmth they always held.

He squeezed my hand in response, assuring me that he didn’t regret his actions as he turned back to look at a gaping Hayoung.

“Now if you’ll excuse us, we really need to go,” Yunho stated, quickly leading us away from the fuming girl.

Once we reached my office building, I stopped in front of it, saying that this was me. I gently pulled my hand out of his, shyly brushing a stray strand of hair out of my eyes.

Yunho, tucked both of his hands into his pockets as he stood in front of me, not quite wanting to leave, yet not having a valid reason to stay.

I took that as my que to ask the question burning in the back of my mind. “You didn’t seem very surprised at Hayoung’s appearance, did you know I wasn’t your date?”

Yunho nodded with a guilty smile, reaching up to rub the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Yeah, the call I took earlier was from my friend Jongho, saying that Hayoung called chewing his ear off. I also may or may not have known what she looked like beforehand…”

My jaw dropped at his confession, and to think that I had worried over nothing. “You knew and yet you approached me out of the blue? Why in the world would you do something like that? Not saying that I didn’t enjoy your company, but that’s kinda creepy you know…”

“Sorry, you were just the most attractive person I’ve ever seen in my life. Not to mention the fact that you seemed to be alone in the cafe,” Yunho apologized, eyes dropping to the floor as he was unable to meet my gaze in fear of being scolded. I was stunned into silence. That was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me, especially from someone so good looking.

Shoving down the reprimand I had in mind, I jokingly nudged Yunho in the ribs to get him to look at me again. “Well she didn’t really seem to be your type anyways.”

Yunho laughed at this, wholeheartedly agreeing with me. “It seems you know my type better than my own friends. Though to be honest, I’m pretty sure Jongho knew that I would never approach a girl like Hayoung and was only trying to get me back for finishing the last bottle of Sprite from his secret collection. We’re housemates.”

I laughed at his in depth explanation, relating to his struggles. Chloe moved in with me in the summer, a few months after we met. The air conditioning unit in her run down apartment kept breaking down and was twice the distance from the company than mine.

It was far more convenient with her as a housemate as we had more spare change to spend on the money we saved on rent with a split bill. However, with every housemate comes the temptation of stealing their things.

Just recalling that one time I finished the last slice of the cake Chloe bought… She deemed it fair play to sprinkle a few pinches of flour in our shared hairdryer while I was in the shower. Though I couldn’t get mad at her for it though, because she apologized immediately after, while laughing her head off. It was extremely fortunate for her that I loved her, otherwise she would have been in for it.

“Hey, you said you were an editor, but you never mentioned the fact that you worked for this particular company,” mused Yunho, drawing me back from the mini memory lane my mind had skipped down.

“Oh I must’ve forgotten to mention it,” I said, arching an eyebrow at Yunho who’s smile spread impossibly wider. I was curious as to why me working at this company sparked his interest so much.

“You know, I just passed my interview here a few months ago?” asked Yunho casually, eyes gleaming playfully at the way my eyes widened at his words.

“Holy spades, though why weren’t you with the other interns today?” I asked, recalling the reason why Chloe couldn’t join me today.

“Well we were toured around the company earlier this morning but when my group was handed off to this other woman I turned out to be the only person who knew how to work the coffee machine. I used to work part time as a barista,” he explained with a mirthful tone of voice.

“That’s explains it,” I thought, nodding at his words. As much as I loved talking to Yunho today, I knew my break was drawing to a close and that I needed to leave soon.

“Well, I guess we’ll be seeing each other more often then,” I smiled at him bashfully, already visualizing what it would be like seeing him around at the office in the future.

“Yeah,” he agreed, hesitating a little with his next actions before stepping forward and placing a chaste kiss on my cheek.

He pulled away with a burning red blush crawling up his neck as he waved goodbye and walked off, back in the direction of the cafe and what I assumed was his car.

I shoved down my own blush, trying to recollect myself as I stepped back into the front lobby of my apartment building.

Chloe was sitting on the rim of the fountain, seemingly preoccupied with her phone. It was clear that she hadn’t seen what went down outside, otherwise she would’ve pounced on me right then and there with a mountain of questions.

Sneaking up beside her, I dangled the paper bag of sugar cookies in front of her face with a small “tada”. Chloe looked up from her phone, smiling at the bag. “Ah, you’re back. Thanks.”

I also handed her the sealed takeout cup of bubble tea and a plastic straw that I had kept hidden inside of my bag. Miraculously there was still a few ice cubes left, as the cafe had its air conditioner turned pretty high to combat the early fall heat. Or maybe it was just that my bag had some sort of secret insulation tech embedded into the interior pouch. Who knows?

She accepted it with yet another “thanks” and popped the straw through the plastic covering. Taking a small sip, she hummed in content with the sweet drink. I grinned at her as she looked down at the sweet drink as if she was trying to see a visible difference between this mixture and every other milk tea she’s tried.

The cafe really did the name of bubble tea justice, with chewy tapioca pearls of a perfect consistency and a tea base with just the right amount of sugar and flavouring. It was a little pricier as expected, however the extra dollar was definitely worth it.

“It’s good isn’t it?” I asked, as she nodded without an ounce of hesitation much like I did at Yunho when he inquired about my love for bubble tea.

We made our way to the elevator arm in arm, with Chloe asking me why I had been gone for so long.

“Were you with a guy?” Chloe asked teasingly, expecting my usual mundane response of “no”. After all, dates were never my thing and she knew that quite well. I glanced at the bright red numbers flashing in the elevator’s screen, noticing that it had reached my floor.

“Actually, yes I was,” I stated mischievously, stepping out of the elevator when the door opened. I spun around, watching as Chloe’s eyes widened.

“What?!” she exclaimed, watching in horror as the door started closing before she could ask anymore questions. I knew that she wouldn’t risk angering her manager by going back late as she certainly would if she ran out of the elevator after me.

I waved at her as the door shut, laughing a little. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to get away from her later when we got home, however, I was too giddy to really think about how I’d suffer her wrath for dropping a bomb like that and just leaving.

Making my way back to my own desk, I plopped down in the spinning chair with a soft smile at everything that had occurred today. Sure, the traffic I’d have to deal with later might put a damper on my mood, and sure, I’d have to deal with Chloe’s inevitable interrogation but the carefree giddiness I felt at that moment felt like it would last forever.

When tomorrow comes, the internships will officially start and with them will come the one blue haired male that captured my attention today and heck, maybe he’ll be my fifth and final reason to stay.

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Rhythm | Lee Joo Heon | One-Shot

jooheon (monstax) + you (reader) word count: 7,233 warnings: i have no excuse for this flithy, graphic smut (that includes but is not limited to thigh riding, breath play, mild degradation, spanking, etc) and strong language (some slut shaming) and brief mentions of infidelity a/n: i was inspired by the new mv and channeled that inspiration into a gang!au, bad boy jooheon sexy time fest and before you say anything yes i know he is a total squish in real life that’s why it’s called fiction :)

This would be the eighth time she came to the club – my club. I have a handful of establishments of this nature and between them, the one I currently sit in is the best. It’s high end and not filled to the brim with slobbering teenagers that pack fake IDs and little bags of illegal substances.

Hey, I don’t judge. I was a teenager once though I don’t remember much. I was too busy climbing my way to the top of a vicious ladder lined with barbed wire. Pretty sure I’ve made it as far as I wanted. If the number of off-shore bank accounts I have is any indication.

But back to the main character of this story – the beautiful girl who has entered my club and is trying her best to avoid searching for me in the crowd. My lips tug into a smirk. Her eyes are everywhere until they finally settle on me across the room.

When our gazes meet, I lift my drink toward her in acknowledgment and she smiles bashfully, lowering her head in submission to hide the flush across her cheeks.

Wonho notices my movement and follows my line of sight across the room. Once he spots the girl, he shakes his head and teases, “She’s back?”

“They always come back,” I retort before sipping from my glass, ice cubes clinking together.

Changkyun feels out of the loop and has Wonho bring him to speed about what we’re talking about. He also checks out my girl, eyeing her long legs, and taunts, “Your virgin’s back?”

“She’s not a virgin,” I reply, though I haven’t actually found out for myself yet. I’m taking her word for it.

“She acts like it,” Wonho comments, sipping his own drink blithely while a girl grinds in his lap. He gives her a firm slap to the ass to let her know he’s still paying attention.

“Yeah,” murmurs Changkyun. “Whoever is hitting it, ain’t hitting it right.”

“You can say that again,” I groan, burning at the thought of the boy that has sent this goddess running into my arms time and time again.

Wonho grabs his partner by the hips, guiding her to roll her ass back on his crotch, and asks, “Hey, didn’t you get a piece last time?”

My eyes roll. “Nah, I got a kiss and a handful of boob. That’s it.”

“She bolted, I remember,” Wonho adds, hand sliding to the girl’s lower back and putting pressure until she curves it just right.

With a sigh, I think back to nearly a week earlier. My conquest was finally reaching a boiling point. Every time she came to the club, she gravitated to me.

A club definitely wasn’t her scene. She was dragged inside by a friend who desperately wanted to get drunk and laid. I ended up keeping her company and spent most of the night discussing a wide range of subjects with her until she finally fell asleep on me. At that point, I guided her to a cab, handed the driver a few bills, and sent her on her way.

Normally, I don’t chat up girls. I find what buttons they obviously have that leads to getting their panties stuffed in my back pocket.

But this little lamb was different. That’s the nickname I gave her. She was as gentle and innocent as could be and I was dying to break both traits out of her.

The next time she graced my club with her presence, we wound up dancing amidst the crowd. Despite striking me as an untouched princess, she sure knew how to move her hips. I rocked into her from behind, reaching down to hold on to her thighs for dear life. The jeans she wore looked painted on and I couldn’t have been happier.

But the most recent romp did not end as planned. After our previously established routine of flirting at the bar then dry grinding on the dance floor, I subtly led her to a private booth reserved just for me. She had no idea I was the owner of this place and I preferred to keep it that way. Once some girls see dollar signs, the game is over and they drop to their knees for a payout.

I finally had her alone and went in for a kiss the moment the door was closed behind us. She happily complied with my insistent lips and I can still feel the sensation of her nails sinking into my shoulders. I kissed her until she struggled to catch her breath. I kissed her until she moaned into my mouth.

We dropped down on the leather couch and I turned her around, sitting her on my lap and rubbing the growing hard on in my pants against her ass. She whimpered and gasped, clinging to my thighs for balance while I sucked at her neck. My hands left her hips in favor of her bouncing breasts, giving the mounds a squeeze and groaning my approval at how full and soft they were.

And suddenly, she braced herself on me and leapt off, whipping around with a look of pure shame on her beautiful face.

“What?” I asked in surprise.

She combed her disheveled hair out of her eyes and blurted, “I-I have a boyfriend.”

Now, I must preface this by admitting I am no stranger to fucking girls with significant others. But this time, it was different. When girls begged me to take them to heights they could never hit with their men, I typically got off on it.

Not with my little lamb. This time, I was enraged.

Snorting, I leaned back on the couch and told her, “I’m surprised.”

She was expecting a different reaction apparently, because she questioned, “That’s it? You’re surprised?”

“A girl like you should be with a man who knows how to treat you right,” I explained, overlapping my arms behind my head as if I were lounging on some exotic beach.

She scoffed. “He treats me… fine.”

I cracked a smile, resisting the urge to laugh, and asked, “How’s the sex?”

“It’s… good,” she replied flatly.

This time, I openly laughed and pointed out, “Wow, you said that with absolutely no expression on your face.”

“You’re putting me on the spot,” she exclaimed, growing more flustered by the second.

“Nah, that’s not it,” I said, rocking forward before rising to my feet. “When I’m done with the girls I’ve fucked, they take one look at me and can’t help but press their thighs together. Don’t matter whether they’re at a club or in a church.”

She gulped.

I stepped closer, tilting my head. “Do you wanna know what that feels like?”

“Tell me,” she whimpered.

“I can make you feel so good, my little lamb,” I whispered, sliding my fingers into her hair and brushing my lips over her own.

Her breathing stuttered. She wavered on her feet.

Then, her conscience gave her a solid pimp slap across the face and like Wonho said, she bolted.

Admittedly, I expected to never see her again, but this tiny voice in the back of my head teased me that I had given her just enough of a taste that she would come sprinting back for more once she’d sorted out her pathetic moral compass.

And sure enough, here she was.

Though, there was something different about her tonight. She had abandoned her typical conservative look by wearing a little black dress that didn’t leave much to the imagination. Her long legs were on display, accentuated by the highest heels I’d ever seen, though I never paid much attention to shoes. The neckline was square and I spent more time than I would like to acknowledge staring at her cleavage.

But to my surprise, she didn’t meander my way.

We had established a routine in our past seven visits. Sooner or later, we would meet in the middle and the flirting would commence.

Instead, she went to the bar with her friend and ordered a mixed drink. Once she had it in hand, she turned in my direction and lifted the glass in the air, mirroring my earlier toast toward her. I gave her a tiny smile and sipped my drink in sync with her.

If she was expecting me to pursue, she had another thing coming. I have been at this kind of game far longer than she has and my patience is not to be underestimated.

Until the moment she accepted an offer to dance with another man, making eye contact with me the entire time she strode to the glowing floor as if she was boldly daring me to do something.

Oh, what the hell, why not indulge her?

Bracing my hands on my thighs, I slowly stood, noticing the way she stared at me over the boy’s shoulder while swaying lazily in his arms. Never breaking my attention from her face, I stomped over, tapping the interloper on the shoulder and asking, “Mind if I cut in?”

“Dude, this isn’t a…” he started, before laying eyes on me. The moment he recognized my face, he uttered my name, bowed deeply, and scurried away.

My little lamb watched him flee before turning back to me, looking downright shell-shocked. I smirked arrogantly and strutted back to my seat, leaving her standing alone on the dance floor. I could feel her eyes burning holes into my back and I couldn’t have been prouder of myself.

She returned to the bar, ordering another drink and taking a vehement gulp.

“Think you’re gonna crack the virgin tonight?” teased Kihyun at the other end of the sofa, his girlfriend sucking an obvious bruise on to his neck.

“How much money do you have riding on it?” I asked irritably.

Kihyun scoffed and replied, “I have a hundred says you’ll go another week without pussy if she turns you down again.”

“What?”

“You haven’t touched another girl since you met this one,” Wonho explained.

“I like a challenge,” I told them, waving away the bartender when he offered me another drink. I needed to be sober for this.

Lifting my eyes, I saw her looking at me. No one was offering her a dance anymore. They had seen me and knew to back off. I could practically see the wheels turning in her head. She was trying to figure me out.

Assured I had her attention, I held my hand in the air and waved two fingers in a come hither motion. She scowled at being summoned and turned away, swirling her glass before downing the last mouthful.

Like clockwork, she pushed off the bar and stomped in my direction. I must admit, I thoroughly enjoyed the view of her walking toward me in that little black dress.

“Hello, again,” she greeted Wonho and Kihyun. Changkyun was long gone to a back room by now.

“Hello, Mary,” replied Wonho, hissing when his date for the night bit his ear.

I rolled my eyes.

“That’s not my name,” she pointed out, annoyed.

Kihyun’s girlfriend broke from his mouth just long enough to warn, “Don’t ask, sweetie.”

My little lamb furrowed her brow before focusing on me. She began wringing her hands nervously as she hung her head and asked, “Jooheon, can we talk? Please?”

“Of course,” I told her, waiting patiently.

She glanced around and added, “In private?”

And there it was. Game over.

“Absolutely,” I assured her, moving to her side and leading her back to the dark booth in the corner of the club. One of my bouncers bowed his head at my approach and opened the door for us, promptly closing it once we had entered.

“You’re a VIP, aren’t you?” she asked curiously.

I shrugged. “You could say that.”

She watched me take a seat on the black sofa and I noticed how her eyes raked down my leather-clad legs as I stretched them.

Smiling warmly, I asked, “What can I do for you, little lamb?”

She chewed on her tongue and announced, “I broke up with my boyfriend.”

I wanted to grin. My chest was burning with pride.

“Awe, my condolences,” I crooned, offering a disingenuous pout.

She huffed petulantly, “Take those condolences and shove them up your ass, Jooheon.”

Grinning from ear to ear, I taunted, “Ooh, someone is feisty tonight.”

“You have no idea,” she murmured, shifting her weight rapidly.

With a shrug, I pressed, “I would love for you to enlighten me.”

“I broke up with him. Now, you and me, we can… you know,” she trailed.

This naïve girl couldn’t even say the words.

I leapt at every opportunity to toy with her and sang, “No, I’m afraid I have no clue.”

She groaned and eventually admitted in a meek whisper, “I want you.”

Raking my tongue across my lip like a predator about to go in for the kill, I shifted mercurially and said, “I’m not to be had for the wanting.”

Her head snapped up, confused to the brim. “I thought that, um…”

“What? That men never turn down sex?” I questioned, making her feel small.

She shook her head and shakily vented, “What the fuck am I doing here?”

It seemed more a question directed at herself.

“Why don’t you tell me?”

“You said you could make me feel good.”

I bobbed my head up and down in affirmation. “Yes, that’s true.”

“Then, do it.”

There was a pause as I let her simmer. Then, I asked rather sternly, “And why should I?”

“Because I need it,” she sighed in defeat, airy and weak.

Cocking my head to the side, I questioned, “You need me?”

“Yes.”

My tongue slid to the corner of my mouth and I practically salivated with how submissive this vixen could be. “What do you need me to do?”

“Anything,” she spoke up. “Everything.”

I groaned, “You strike me as a girl who has never been properly fucked.”

She said nothing, but I could see her shiver at the harshness of my words.

I sighed, waving her forward. “Come here.”

She stepped closer and I patted my thigh. She turned to sit on my lap and I stopped her with both hands.

“No,” I asserted gruffly. “Straddle it.”

She glanced down at my legs and searched my eyes for some kind of answer. I merely stared back at her, waiting for her to give in to what she really wanted.

Swallowing hard, she lowered down on my thigh, knees sinking into the leather cushion of the sofa, and the moment her center met my muscle, she released the breath she had been holding.

“Get yourself off,” I ordered, maneuvering slightly to make myself more comfortable. “Ride my thigh.”

She still didn’t utter a word. I could see the look on her face – she wanted to please. And more importantly, she longed to be ordered around. Bracing her hands on my lower stomach, she took a tentative roll, brushing her clothed core across the taut leather of my pants.

Despite shallow rocking of her hips back and forth, she was too tense and nervous for it to have any effect on her. Looked like she would need a firmer hand.

Reaching forward, I grabbed the neckline of her dress, fingers conveniently caught between her full breasts, and murmured, “Relax.”

“Tell me what to do, Jooheon,” she whispered almost inaudibly. “I’ll do anything you want me to do.”

“I know you will,” I crooned, teasing my knuckles across the swell of her cleavage.

Her breaths stuttered as she grinded on my thigh, grabbing handfuls of the leather material to steady herself. The pants were tight, which meant there wasn’t much for her to cling to, that’s for sure.

“I thought you said you could make me feel good?” she asked in exasperation, avoiding my eyes as I watched her intently.

“Mm,” I hummed nonchalantly.

She grumbled, “Then, why am I doing all the work?”

“Sass me like that again and I’ll smack your ass so hard you’ll think the handprint is permanent,” I warned darkly, voice sinking lower.

Fuck me, she shivered with pleasure at the threat and I smirked my approval.

A moment later, she sucked in a sharp breath as it seemed the friction between her legs was finally starting to spark a reaction. If I didn’t know any better, I would think I could feel a dampness soaking into my pants.

“Did your boyfriend have thick thighs like these?” I asked, surprising myself at the outburst.

“No,” she panted, picking up speed as she found a rhythm she liked.

I pictured a scrawny kid with the thinnest legs possible fitting his hips between her thighs and the mental picture made me boil over with fury. She snapped me out of my reverie when a tiny mewl fell from her lips and snared my attention.

Reaching forward, I pushed my hands up her thighs, beneath the short dress, and found her panties. She quickly gripped my forearms, hips stuttering at the prospect of what I could be doing. I hooked my thumbs in the snug, lacy material and forced my fists to coil around the underwear before pulling hard.

She shrieked in surprise and certainly at the sting of the panties being torn free of her body. My hands returned from beneath her dress and I took in the sight of ripped lace, smiling as I wriggled enough to push them into my back pocket.

“This is mine now,” I quipped, flashing a smile that would undoubtedly get under her skin.

She shifted, adjusting her position, and accidentally landed one of her hands over my crotch. Feeling the growing erection sent her into a panic and she softly apologized.

“Don’t tell me your boyfriend never let you touch his tiny package, sweetheart,” I taunted, grabbing her hand and placing it back over the bulge in my pants.

Turning my wrist caused her to palm me slowly and she swallowed the lump in her throat before finally answering, “I never wanted to.”

“Fuck, baby girl. Why were you wasting your time with that idiot?”

She turned her eyes downward, unable to handle the criticism evident on my face, and murmured timidly, “He’s who everyone expected me to be with.”

“Let me guess – rich, classy, and has probably never done a bad thing in his life? Except bad sex, of course,” I pressed with feigned amusement.

She nodded compliantly, lowered her head further to hide her features in shame.

I reached up, cupping her cheek and forcing her to look at me, muttering, “You’d rather be with someone like me, wouldn’t you? You want the rush, the adrenaline.”

She nodded again. “…Yes.”

“Okay, baby,” I crooned, taking her hips in my grasp and guiding her to roll them again. Her bare pussy rubbed against my leather pants, soaking the material with her juices. Pushing her dress higher up long enough to reach around and grab her firm ass, I squeezed handfuls of the flesh and groaned my appreciation.

She bit her lip, fighting a smile.

Then, I gave her a solid crack on the left cheek. She rocked forward, quickly placing her hands on my waist to steady herself, and gasped as the sound rang out through the small room.

“How dare you waste this perfect, sexy body on that fucker,” I growled and narrowed my eyes, massaging her plump ass to soothe the sting. “You should be fucked hard and often.”

To my pleasant surprise, she turned obstinate and snapped, “Why do you keep bringing him up?”

Because he annoyed me. The very fact that such a marginal man had been inside this goddess infuriated me to no end.

“Why did you let an idiot do as he pleased with you?” I countered, agitated.

Her pride and dignity were insulted, I could tell, and she was quick to change the subject for some attempt at levity. “Why are people scared of you?”

By her tone, she was mocking me and I sternly told her, “They know what I do.”

“What do you do?” she asked, curiosity getting the better of her. Her hips slowed their movements, but I was primed to squeeze her ass and keep her grinding on my thigh.

“I get shit done.”

Her eyes met mine and she softened before whispering, “You’re a bad guy, aren’t you?”

I merely smiled and crooned, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, little lamb. I’m a good boy.”

Of course, I accentuated that last phrase by reaching up and grabbing both of her clothed breasts, squeezing them firmly.

She snorted, chuckling softly. “You’re so full of shit,” she teased, snatching my wrists and prying me away from her chest.

I easily freed myself from her hold and extended my hands. She took them, wrapping her fingers through mine while proceeding to straddle my lap. The moment she lowered down on me, I grunted slightly in the back of my throat.

My cock was aching and the tight pants may as well have been an iron prison. But I needed to take my time with this princess. There was too much of a chance she would bolt if I spooked her again. She reminded me of a deer; so gentle but skittish.

“More,” she groaned, tightening her fingers through mine as she stroked her pussy against the bulge in my pants.

“Guard!” I suddenly shouted.

A heartbeat later, the door opened and the bouncer stepped inside, face devoid of emotion as usual.

My girl was frozen on my lap, shocked I had invited someone inside during our intimate moment, and half expecting she was about to be thrown out.

The stern look on my face melted away and was replaced with a friendly smile as I announced, “We are not to be disturbed. Understood?”

The guard nodded, closing the door behind himself and locking it dutifully.

She finally breathed, gawking at me in disbelief while smacking her hands on my chest. “You asshole, I thought you…” she started angrily.

I swiftly gave her a strong slap to the ass and fixated a glare on her expression of disbelief. “Do I look like you intimidate me even a little?” I asked harshly.

“N-no,” she stammered.

“Then watch your fucking mouth,” I warned, seizing her thighs beneath my fingertips and proceeding to thrust my clothed erection against her lower lips.

Her mouth opened and a faint whimper rolled off of her tongue. She trailed her hands under my shirt, rubbing her palms up my stomach until my skin was visible. She braced herself on my ribs and focused on meeting my leisurely pace.

“Do I make you this hard, baby?” she asked coyly, tilting her head.

“Depends…” I sighed. “Do I make you this wet?”

My fingers traced up her inner thigh, knuckles brushing through the arousal dripping down her skin. I danced my middle finger near her entrance, my dick twitching at the feeling of how soaked she was for me.

“Shit, you’re wetter than a bitch in heat,” I groaned, pushing two fingers into her pussy and biting my lip at the way she stretched to accommodate the intrusion.

A pitiful moan rang through the room and she grabbed fistfuls of my shirt in desperation.

With how amped up she was, it took a few seconds of me pumping my fingers inside of her before she gasped, “Oh, please don’t stop. I’m gonna come.”

At that, I withdrew my hand and grabbed her by the throat, pulling her forward so I could whisper, “You’re not gonna come until every inch of my cock has been swallowed by your tight pussy. You got that?”

She nodded rapidly, eyes wide open, pupils blown to total darkness. This girl had probably never been so aroused in all of her life.

“Now, get my dick out of these fucking pants,” I ordered lowly, releasing my hold on her.

She rocked back, immediately fiddling at my belt. Hurried and frustrated, I knew what build to an orgasm there had been was rapidly falling away. Her hips faltered in trying to grind for some friction while she finally pulled down my zipper and freed my length into her shaky hands.

“It will never fit,” she mumbled, stroking my cock as it curved toward my stomach.

Sensitive, I winced when she rubbed her thumb over the head, twirling her fingers over my shaft with appreciation. “It will fit,” I assured her through gritted teeth.

Her voice turned shaky at the thought. “Are you sure?”

Rolling my eyes, I coaxed, “Angel, you are capable of giving birth. I guarantee, you will accept me.”

Her body thrummed with delight, but in typical inexperienced fashion, she blushed and asked, “How do you know to say these things?”

“I’ve been at this a long time.”

“Oh,” she exhaled, suddenly feeling trite. “Have you slept with a lot of girls?”

“Yes and no,” I replied calmly, relying on my endless patience to answer all of her questions. “I don’t make a habit of putting my dick in something that can’t remember where it’s been for more than two weeks.”

“So you like girls that are more of a challenge?”

I shrugged. “Basically. Where’s the fun in being handed something?”

She raked her tongue across her teeth and pressed demurely, “Then you’re really gonna enjoy being inside your innocent little lamb, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am,” I grunted, holding my cock and guiding it back and forth between her damp folds, coating myself with her sweet arousal.

Her eyes flashed and she asked, “You’re not gonna put something on?”

“Nah, baby,” I growled with a shake of my head. “I’m going in raw.”

She practically purred, but managed an, “Oh.”

“I’m clean. You’re definitely clean. And I have a feeling you’re on something.”

“The pill. Yeah,” she answered.

It continued to amuse me – the way she straddled the fence, fluctuating between her innocent, willing to please side and that occasional spark of trying to even the playing field between us.

My eyes were centered on my length as I continued to stroke it along her lower lips, but I met her gaze long enough to croon, “And you take it the same time every day like a good girl, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do,” she replied instantly.

I snickered. “Of course, you do.”

She gasped for air when the head of my cock brushed over her clit then returned to her entrance, teasing the opening before I exerted a little pressure.

Like clockwork, she pushed at my lower stomach and whined, “Oh god, I’m such a slut.”

“And what has society taught you about being a slut?” I asked calmly, still raking my dick back and forth through her arousal until I was soaked with it. At this point, I was harder than a fucking rock and I couldn’t have been happier.

She tore her nails through her hair, pulling the strands that had fallen across her face. “I’m sleeping with someone I barely know,” she exclaimed, annoyed that I hadn’t figured out the answer myself.

“First of all, we’re not doing anything remotely close to sleep,” I retorted with a shake of my head. “And secondly, you’re about to fuck someone who would sooner break a man’s face than let him touch you.”

She blinked in surprise.

“You’re beautiful and you actually have a brain in that pretty head. And if living out your fantasy makes you a slut, then I guess that’s how it goes, whore.”

She flinched above me, but I recognized the signs. I imagined how badly her pussy had just tightened at what I said.

“Wait a minute, did you like that? Did you like when I called you that?” I asked, pretending to be chagrined and bemused.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she wouldn’t dare admit it.

“Alright, slut, because that’s what you are - my whore,” I asserted roughly. “Sink down on this dick and get on with it.”

Without hesitation, she lifted her hips and brought them over my cock, still patiently standing at attention. While one hand gripped my length, the other snared a handful of her hair at the back of her head, guiding her downward. Her fingers tightened on my arms, pressing into my skin even harder as the head of my dick pushed into her entrance.

My eyes couldn’t choose where to settle. From watching my cock vanishing insider her to the fucked out look on her face, my attention kept flickering back and forth. She was so wet, I slipped inside her easily and her pussy clenched on me in an instant.

“Good girl,” I crooned, voice trembling as she kept sinking down. “Easy.”

She got about halfway before she came to a stop, moaning loudly as my thick length penetrated her. Her face tensed at the pressure and her legs shuddered against my hips.

“Keep going,” I told her, fixing my hand to her hip and guiding her down. My fingers, still tangled in her hair, tugged to get her lowering again.

“Oh, god,” she gasped as her ass finally met the tops of my thighs, sheathing me to the hilt within her.

Balls deep in her tight, wet heat, it took all of my concentration not to blow my load the second I was fully inside her.

“Ah, fuck,” I groaned under my breath, feeling her walls clamping around me like a vice.

To my surprise, she propped her hands on my chest and proceeded to rock against me, hissing when my length moved too sharply inside her.

“Stop, baby,” I chastised. “Adjust first.”

“Jooheon,” she sighed, lingering with her eyes winched closed.

No woman had ever spoken my name the way she did and I immediately sat up, wrapping my arms tightly around her waist. My lips found her neck, peppering little kisses across her skin. Tentatively, I bounced her gently on my lap, letting my cock slide within her walls smoothly. She grabbed my shoulders and let out a raspy moan.

Still trapping her to me, I curved my hips between her thighs, dragging my cock against her sensitive walls as I drew back before pressing back in. My pace was slow and deliberate until I was satisfied she had stretched enough for me take it to the next level.

But for now, I was perfectly content for her to feel every slight movement of my thick cock thrusting deep inside her.

The moment she began to match my rhythm, I pressed one last kiss to her neck and leaned back again, clinging to her thighs with my broad hands.

“Ride me,” I commanded, letting her finally get a taste of power that can only be found in moments like these.

She didn’t hesitate to obey and I thoroughly enjoyed watching her rise and fall on my length, her ass smacking into the leather of my pants rather loudly. It didn’t take long for her to lose herself on top of me. I could practically see the stress and tension melting away from her. Hair disheveled and sweat marring her skin, she looked beyond beautiful riding the fuck out of me.

Mouth agape, head tilted back, and eyes pressed closed, she couldn’t see the way I stared at her. I was contemplating how much it would cost to erect statues of this woman across the globe.

My hands constantly switched from grasping her thighs, to her hips, her waist, and finally her clothed breasts before beginning the process again. No matter how harshly I squeezed, she didn’t slow down. Up and down alternating to slow circles of her hips, she didn’t follow any patterns.

With a short moan, she leaned forward, shoving both of her hands on my chest to support herself above me, and bounced her ass to a quicker pace.

“Fuck me,” I groaned, pinching her waist in my grasp.

“Lay there and take it,” she retorted, swallowing to wet her dry throat as her voice faltered.

Ever so slowly, I traced my fingers to her lower back, grabbing her dress and tediously drawing it higher up her back. The moment her bare ass was in the clear, I smacked both palms down, a resounding slap echoing through the room.

She squeaked in surprise, before giggling with delight.

Determined, I asked in a low sneer, “Who’s filling you up?”

“Jooheon.”

My hands tangled in her hair, drawing her attention. “Who are you riding?”

“Jooheon.”

Feeling her slow down, I hissed, “What are you doing?”

“Whatever I want,” she replied arrogantly, proceeding to straighten her back.

Yanking on her hair, bringing her back to my level, I whispered, “You do whatever you want so long as it pleases me. Do we understand each other?”

Grinning, she replied, “Yes, sir.”

“That’s a good girl,” I crooned, grabbing her by the throat and exerting some pressure until I heard her exhale caught short. “Such a beautiful bitch.”

Mouth locked open, no air passed through. My other fist remained coiled in her long locks while I held her flow of oxygen at bay. Her eyes widened before rolling back, hips bucking wildly into mine in an attempt to sate me.

The moment a dark crimson began to flush her face, I released her, overly pleased with the way she gasped and choked for air. While she was dazed, I sat up, trapping her in my arms again and driving up into her heat.

A sharp raspy moan fell from her lips with every harsh snap of my hips, driving my length deep inside her. Every breath was hard and mangled with sweet nothings. Truth be told, I had never heard such perfect noises in my life.

“That’s it, baby,” I grunted, pinching her hips. “Talk to me.”

“It’s so good,” she managed to keen.

Grabbing handfuls of her ass, I pounded into her nice and rough, listening to her suck in an inhale through gritted teeth. Her body tensed against mine, but her pussy clamped on me with pleasure and she didn’t tap out.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” I asked, keeping up my merciless thrusts.

She nodded rapidly against my shoulder.

“You like when it hurts a little, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she wheezed into my ear, raking her nails down my back.

“That’s right, bitch. Take it. You love it.”

“I love it,” she whimpered.

The flesh of her hips bruised under my fingers as I held her in place, bucking into her harder and harder. Her core welcomed me back every time, pulsing around my cock with nothing but delight. Her arousal pooled down to my balls and made the room echo with the sound of wet, hot sex.

Crossing her arms behind my shoulders and head, I felt her fingers wind into my hair and her lips settled against my ear. I expected her to beg for mercy with how hard I was fucking her, but all I could hear were her pants and whimpers.

Until she finally cried, “Fuck, I’m gonna come. Jooheon…”

Giving her an affectionate bite at the base of her neck, I brought one of my hands to the apex of her thighs, rubbing at her clit with my thumb. With a grunt, I slowed my pace only slightly, driving into the spot I knew rendered her speechless. Exerting some pressure on her clit, I had her right where I wanted her when she started moaning with every gulp of air.

“Jooheon,” she managed to plead, squeezing her already tightly wound fists in my hair and my shirt. “Jooheon!”

There wasn’t anything I needed to say to throw her over the edge even though I had plenty of material that would have worked. With a rough push of my hips and a pinch of her clit, her walls pulsated around me and her spine arched. Hands and legs shaking, she tried to escape me, but there was nowhere to run.

A long train of profanity fell from her mouth while she climaxed in my arms and I anchored her to me tightly. Staving off the urge to finish inside her, I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes while her pussy tightened and tightened in waves. Her head fell back, chest heaving for oxygen, and she finally let out the wanton moan she’d been holding.

Some comment I couldn’t understand slipped from her mouth before she crashed into me, collapsing on to my shoulder and shuddering uncontrollably while I held her.

“That’s what we call an orgasm,” I teased, condescending.

“Shut up,” she groaned into my jaw, still trembling.

I snickered and continued bouncing her slowly in my lap, riding out her aftershocks of sensitivity and listening to her hiss through gritted teeth.

Grabbing a handful of her hair, I bit and sucked a path up her neck. When I reached her ear, I whispered darkly, “My turn.”

Pulling her on to her back on the leather couch, I settled between her thighs and drove my length back into her sensitive core. She yelled my name, digging her nails into my arms while I snapped my cock in and out of her at a brutal pace. Listening to my groans must have tipped her off that I was chasing my own end, because she spread her legs farther to give me more room to work with and held on to me for dear life.

Propped on my elbows, my lips brushed against her brow and I turned to bury my face in her hair, trying to stifle my moans with how hard I was pounding into her. She took it like a champ though and the sound of her wet release as our bodies collided over and over was enough to make me lose my mind.

Raking her nails up and down my shoulders, she smirked while listening to my grunts and crooned, “That’s it, baby.”

Rising just enough, I clamped my hand over her mouth, enjoying her muffled gasps and cries as I finally released my load in her. Fire raced up my spine like someone was dragging a white hot brand down my back.

My cock swelled within her before filling her with my cum and I couldn’t help but moan her name as I shuddered above her. Her eyes were fixated on me, hands dropping alongside her shoulders on the couch as she lay there perfectly submissive, humming ever so softly against my palm that pressed over her mouth.

And with a long, quiet, “Fuck,” I dropped on top of her, crushing her smaller frame beneath mine and keeping my length deep inside her. I wasn’t ready to be parted from her yet.

I finally pulled my hand away, freeing her lips, and slid my arms under her to take some of my weight off of her chest. She shifted her hips and I growled my disapproval, but I was pleasantly surprised when she tucked her ankles to the inside of my knees.

“Ah, don’t do that,” I gasped, feeling her flexing her innermost walls on my sensitive length.

She snickered at the rare chance to torture me and raked a hand into her tousled hair to draw the strands from her flushed face. I lifted my head to kiss her squarely on the mouth for the first time since this tryst began. She smiled against my lips, greeting my aggressive tongue with her own. Her teeth clamped on my bottom lip and tugged, earning a little whine from me.

Sitting up and finally sliding out of her core, I pressed my palms to the fronts of her knees, angling her legs back toward her chest until her hips shifted. My hands stroked up and down her thighs, encouraging her to stay in that position.

“What are you doing?” she asked, shuddering.

“Keep my cum in you,” I told her.

“Oh, god,” she groaned, rubbing her brow. “How can you keep turning me on with this filthy shit?”

“I had you figured out from day one, baby girl,” I teased playfully, though it was definitely the truth. “You like to be man handled.”

Watching me sit up and get myself together, she chortled and whined, “How am I destroyed and you’re fine?”

Turning to rake my eyes up and down her form, overly content with her draped motionless on the couch, I replied, “I get my pleasure from pleasuring you.”

She sighed.

“Do you wanna go upstairs and make a night of this?” I asked offhandedly.

She finally stirred, wobbling to her feet and smoothing out her dress. “I have to get going.”

Glancing down to see my release running down her thigh, I murmured, “You’re going back to him, aren’t you?”

Having been adjusting her bra, she lifted her head and met my eyes before saying, “Probably.”

I scoffed in disbelief, but mostly disappointment, and snapped, “You broke up with him so you could have your night of fun and then go rushing back to him.”

“What do you expect, Jooheon?” she barked irritably. “It’s not like you were planning on keeping me around now that you got in my pants, right?”

“You don’t know that,” I huffed under my breath.

My answer only annoyed her and she rebuffed, “Oh, please. You go through a different girl every week. We both got what we wanted. Stop being a dick about this.”

I advanced on her then, grabbing her by the jaw and backing her into the wall of the private booth. She squeaked when her shoulders collided into the barrier and I clearly had her undivided attention.

“You think this will make it better? Do you think closing your eyes and pretending it’s me when he’s inside you will make it okay?”

She blinked rapidly. “Jooheon…”

“That’s okay, baby. Come running back to me every time he leaves you feeling empty and used.”

She whimpered, “Stop.”

“I can imagine the look on your face when you realize you’ve screamed the wrong name during...”

“Stop it!” she shouted.

With a shrug, I crooned, “The truth hurts, little lamb.”

“You’re jealous,” she sighed in realization. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“Of him? Never,” I hissed, though I wasn’t entirely convincing.

“You think I’m yours. The thought of him touching me burns you up, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” I finally admitted, sitting back on the sofa and propping my elbows on my thighs.

There was a lull of silence and I could feel her eyes dutifully on me. Eventually, she smarted, “Then, where do we go from here, Jooheon?”

“Don’t go back to him,” I replied firmly.

She was quick to acquiesce, “Okay, then what?”

“I can give you what you want.”

Her face tensed and she murmured, “You’re dangerous.”

“Very,” I answered smugly. “But not to you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she snapped impatiently.

“I’m dangerous but never to you. You will never know fear from me.”

She shook her head, resistant. “Any relationship between us would never amount to anything. You have to know that.”

I knew I had her in that moment. “Then, again I’ll ask – do you wanna go upstairs and make a night of this?”

Her eyes trailed from my eyes to my lips and back. Then, with a mischievous smile, she whispered, “Only if you promise to fuck me hard and often like I deserve.”

I was reminded of my words from earlier and grinned at her with pride, retorting, “And so the lamb gets into bed with the lion.”

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