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parkersroses · 3 years

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lovin’ on you. | harry styles.

summary: Harry loves loving on you and wants to take you on a date.

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

wc: 4.1k

warnings: none, just a ball of fluff about boyfriend!harry <3

a/n: (disclaimer: gif belongs to @queenbeestuffs) hellooo! hope y’all like this fic about boyfriend!harry. i just wanted to write about harry taking you on a date. hope y’all like it! if you do, pls reblog and comment to let me know what you like about it! donate to my kofi if you’d like to support me more! all the love!

You have decided that you love mornings now, probably because Harry is generally a morning person. So perhaps, that rubbed off on you.

You enjoy hearing the sounds of birds chirping and seeing how the sun shines through your curtains. Even if it was raining, you would enjoy the cold air and listening to the rain drops on the window. Mornings are somewhat more relaxing when there’s nothing to do. No work calls from the studio or the office, no distractions, just the sweet silence in your four walls enjoying comfort you get in your bed next to him.

The weekend mornings are particularly what you look forward to every week. You don’t have to wake up super early to get things done around the house. You don’t have any work to be done considering you managed to finish it all beforehand and Harry always makes sure he doesn’t need to go to the studio on the weekends because he wants to spend as much time with you in your home. Besides, being at home with you doesn’t really stop his flow of inspiration for songs. In fact, he tells you he may just be able to write a lot of love songs inspired by you. When he told you this, you swear you might cry at how romantic and loving he is.

When you wake up, your eyes still feel heavy after sleeping past your usual bedtime. Your vision is a bit blurry but you could still see the sun rays just merely peeping through your curtains. Tiredly, you grab your phone from the bedside table, wincing as your eyes adjust to the brightness of the screen. 7:02 AM, the screen reads. You sigh as you turn your phone, setting it down before slowly turning your body towards the handsome man sleeping next to you.

Despite your eyes feeling heavy and begging for you to go back to sleep, you take your time to admire Harry who is practically wheezing as he sleeps. Your eyes roam around his face from the little moles on his face to the way his cheek is squished onto the pillow to how pink and luscious his lips look. It still amazes you how young people may look when they sleep because honestly, Harry doesn’t look a day over 23 or 24. Then again, he’s a very healthy person so generally manages to look just as youthful as he was before.

You smile at the sight of him as you plant the tiniest kiss on the tip of his nose, hoping it won’t wake him up. You bury your face under the crook of his neck, making yourself comfortable before feeling yourself falling asleep again. You’re sure to wake up again within a few minutes so you just enjoy the sleep you get while you can.

After what seemingly felt like hours but is only just a few minutes later, you feel yourself awake again. This time, the sun rays are much brighter now as it brightens up the room. It doesn’t seem like you or Harry moved around from your positions at all.

A sudden ringing suddenly feels the room, making you jump at the sound. You realise that familiar tone is Harry’s alarm, always the early riser he is. You groan in your place as you attempt to shake him awake so he could turn it off. You simply just cannot have any loud noise disrupt your serene and relaxing morning.

“Bubs, wake up,” you tell him, shaking his shoulder gently. You hear him groan in his sleep as he attempts to bury his face further into his pillow. “Wha’?” You hear his muffled voice against the pillow. His eyes are still closed and you can tell he isn’t fully awake to realise his stupid alarm that he set for a weekend morning has been ringing. “Bubs, your alarm’s ringing. Turn it off,” you groan as you pull the blankets higher up your body.

He sighs before turning his body to reach for his phone on his bedside table, blindly having his hand search around with his eyes closed. You hear the combination of the alarm ringing (as it seemingly just gets louder every second) and his hand patting around the table. For a minute, you hear a thud on the carpet beneath your bed and Harry cursing under his breath before feeling his body pulling away completely from yours. You do not question it as you attempt to get some comfort in your bed, eyes closed like you’re ready to fall asleep again. Finally, your ears are blessed as the ringing alarm stops.

Harry being the clumsy, sleepy man he is accidentally knocked his phone off his table which would explain why he was muttering swear words under his breath so early. After switching off the alarm and setting the phone back, he pulls up the blankets on his body again to get some warmth as he cuddles in your side, you doing the same as you feel him close to you again. Your legs are tangled together underneath the blankets and his arm makes its way to wrap around you to pull you closer to him until there seems to be no space left between them.

You hum a little as you feel Harry planting a soft kiss on your forehead. “G’morning, darlin’,” he mumbles out in his deep raspy morning voice. It never fails to send shivers up your spine. “Mornin’, H,” you sigh as you bury your nose in his neck. You feel him stroking your hair gently, careful not to get it all tangled up, as he hums a random tune. You lift your head and look at him with heavy, sleepy eyes. His eyes were already open, albeit still having sleep in them. He is looking at you with the same loving eyes he gives you every day.

“Hi,” you mumble out as you rub your eyes, giving him a tired smile. “Hi, baby,” he says back, kissing your head again. You look up at him, pouting your lips slightly at him. “Kissy?” you ask him, making him chuckle at your request. Though, he is not going to deny a request to kiss you.

He presses his lips against yours and you hum in delight at the feeling of his soft lips. You whine at him as he breaks away from the kiss and he smiles at you cheekily. “Anotha’ one, lovie?” He asks as your noses brush against each other. “Mhmm,” you hum as you pout your lips at him again. Harry smiles again as he kisses you again gently, savouring the taste of your lips. He feels your lips move against his, giggling when he chases your lips as you pull away. He swears your laughter is one of the sweetest sounds he’s ever heard.

You stare at the beautiful man in front of you, sighing in bliss in the early morning. “M’tired,” you mumble out as you close your eyes and bury your face in your pillow. You hear Harry chuckle above you. “Yeah, me too,” he sighs as he adjusts himself on the bed.

“You have any studio things to do today?” You ask curiously. While you hope that he would be free the whole weekend so you could spend some time together, you know that there’ll be times where he would have to rush to the studio for a bit to settle some things that seem to arise last minute before the weekend.

He sighs and nods his head at your question. “Yeah. Just some last minute things. Shouldn’t take too long I hope. Sorry, lovie,” he says as he caresses your head. You frown a bit at this but do not whine. You turn your head to kiss his palm. “S’alright,” you say as you take his hand in yours and play with his fingers. Harry frowns at you, he knows how much you want him all to yourself on the days he shouldn’t really be working, he’d rather sleep in with you too than go to work on the weekend.

He adjusts himself so he leans his head on his hand, his elbow holding him up. “Hey, think I have an idea,” he starts. You cock an eyebrow up as he says this. “Oh?” You ask, curious as to what he’s planning as he simply just smiles at you.

“So, I’ll go to the studio, try to finish up as soon as possible. And then, around noon, I’ll be all yours,” he says this as he boops your nose, making you scrunch your face. “and we could meet up somewhere for lunch,” he suggests. He sees how your eyes sparkle at the suggestion. “Like a date?” You ask sheepishly.

Harry simply grins at you as he nods. “Exactly like a date. I’m taking my love out for a date,” he confirms, sounding proud as he announces this. You blush at this. You always appreciate the small things Harry does for you, whether it’d be buying you flowers and taking you out to get food, or even just watching movies at home while putting on face masks to pamper yourself. And you absolutely love him for it.

“Okay,” you agree. “Yeah?” He smiles at you and you can’t help but smile back, happiness radiating on your face. “Yeah, okay! I’ll go on a date with you,” you tease him. “Yessss!” He says blissfully as he lies back down on his back, acting as if this is the first time he’s asked you out. You giggle at his reaction, leaning over to kiss him, in which he reciprocates quickly. He moans into the kiss as it gets more passionate. You pull away and gaze down on him, your cheeks hurting from smiling so much.

You get yourself off the bed and Harry whines at this, attempting to pull you down to him. “Noooo,” he whines as he cuddles on your side. You laugh at his childish behaviour. “C’mon, bubs. Have to make you breakfast,” you say as you pull yourself away from him. He sighs dramatically as he lets go of you and gets up from the bed. “We’re going on a date, bubs,” you exclaim excitedly as you hug by his side.

He grins at this and he plants small kisses on your head as you both exit your bedroom. “Yes, we are, darlin’,” he says lovingly, giving you a few gentle bum pats. Though, you never minded them.

❊

A few hours go by and noon is approaching soon. Harry left shortly after breakfast, got dressed up in his best dressed pants and a casual T-shirt tucked in. He looked really good as he always does and you found it hard to let him go after kissing all over his face. Before he left, he was debating whether or not to take the car with him. Though, you settled for meeting him at the restaurant you both love later and insisted on calling an Uber then.

You rummage through your shared closet, trying to find a cute dress to wear for your date. You feel like a teenager again after your crush just asked you out.

It’s amazing how despite being with Harry for so long, he still makes you feel that way, loved and adored. People would say that there’s no need to dress up on romantic dates despite having been together for years. But Harry never believed that. To him, there’s no expiry date on showing your loved one how much they meant to you and Harry always took any opportunity he can get to shower you with love and bring out some romance into your relationship. Even if it’s just the little things like painting each other’s nails and making home cooked dinner.

You opt to wear a pretty white dress that goes down to your knees with blue flowers printed all over. You also decided to wear your makeup and hair more natural today, you didn’t feel like going all out for that. You knew Harry would think you’re beautiful nonetheless whether you wear your makeup light or heavy. Finally, you topped off your outfit with some sandals. Personally, you love your outfit, giving you summery vibes for the season.

While waiting for your ride, Harry texts you.

Lovieeee. I’m done with everything here. Off to the restaurant soon. Can’t wait to see you, beautiful. x

You smile at his message and quickly type in your response, just in time as the Uber arrives. You quickly check to see if your things are in your bag before heading out, locking the door behind you.

Hii handsome. My ride’s here. Can’t wait to see you too. <3

When you arrived at the restaurant, Harry still hadn't arrived, though you assumed that he probably got into some slight traffic on the way. So you ask the waitress for some water while waiting for him. As you wait, you can only hope that the paparazzi doesn’t disturb your date today.

A few minutes passed, you keep looking out of the window near your table to see if your boyfriend is coming in. As if on cue, the familiar curly-headed man struts in through the door, with a bouquet of flowers in hand. Red roses to be exact. You feel your heart melting inside as you look at him greeting the waiters and waitresses as he makes his way to you, his smile so bright to it could light up the whole room.

“Hello, my love,” he greets you, leaning down to give you a few kisses. He then hands you the bouquet in which you accept happily. “Flowers for my lovie,” he says smiling. You beam at him as you inhale the scent of roses in. “Thank you, H,” you tell him, seemingly blushing at his romantic gesture.

The waitress that was with you comes by again with menus, smiling at the both of you after seeing the flowers and the affectionate kisses being exchanged. You both decide on what you want to eat and thank the waitress as you give back the menus.

You turn to face Harry again, resting your face on your hands as you stare at him lovingly. Harry copies your actions, making you both giggle. “Hi,” he beams at you. “Hi,” you say back to him. “Is this why you were late? Buying flowers?” You ask, gesturing at the bouquet on the table. He shrugs at you like it’s no big deal. “Of course. You deserve some flowers. Plus, it’ll look great on our dining table,” he tells you as he sips on his water. You only beam at him as you reach over to hold his hand, in which he gladly lets you.

He’s always been such a huge romantic.

“How’s the music stuff coming along?” You inquire as you take a sip of your water. “It’s great! Just had some stuff to discuss and confirm earlier, about what songs are good and all that,” he shrugs like it’s no big deal.

You playfully roll your eyes at him and he chuckles at this. “Well, knowing you’re writing those songs, I’m sure all the songs are great,” you tell him and you mean it. It’s no doubt that Harry is a master at writing songs. He writes them like he’s telling a story, with subtle details and specificity, with meaning and juxtaposition. You absolutely adore his songs and you always make sure to praise him for it.

He blushes at your compliment. “Thank you, darlin’. What about you? Did ya do anything before you left home?” You begin to tell him what you did at home while he was gone. Albeit it isn’t that interesting as his job, it’s nice that he insists on knowing what you’ve been up to around the house, whether it’d be reading a book or finding a momento while cleaning.

“Think I need to stop by the book store sometime soon. M’running out of books to read,” you pout as you think about the books you’ve been rereading over again. Your food soon arrives, the smell making your mouths water. Harry grabs your hand from across the table and brings it up to his face, kissing your knuckles.

You blush at this. It seems that Harry is feeling extra affectionate with you today, though you’re not complaining. “Eat up, lovie,” He smiles at you as he picks up his cutlery.

As time went by, you and Harry discussed random things as you eat. From grocery shopping to studio work, from his offers for acting to work projects in your office. Eventually, after your food is finished, you both order some drinks and a slice of chocolate cake as dessert.

You could tell that people are probably staring at the two of you as you share your cake and exchange loving affection. Most probably they are looking to make sure that, yes, it is indeed Harry Styles in the same restaurant as them. You’re sure there will be pictures surfacing the internet and articles written about the two of you somehow. Usually, you would blush at their stares, but to be honest, you don’t really care at the moment. All you can think of is Harry, just Harry, sitting in front of you giving all his attention on your date.

“So, I was thinking,” he begins as he sets his spoon down. “Oh no,” you joke as you take the last bite of the cake.

Harry laughs at you, taking your hand in his again. “Shhhh, let me speak, darlin’,” he hushes and you giggle at him. “So, we can go to the bookstore. Get you some books for your shelf. And then, maybe we could buy some stuff and have a bubble bath this evening,” he suggests. You beam at his suggestion and the thought of spending the evening with him in a relaxing bath sounds heavenly to you.

“You seem to have a lot of ideas for today, H,” you tease him. Although, you love how he’s always coming up with random yet domestic ideas to spend time with you. “What can I say, my love? I’m a romantic,” he smirks at you as he plays with your fingers.

You giggle, shaking your head at him. “Well, I love it,” you agree with his suggestion. Harry just smiles at you and kisses your knuckles again. “Well, I love you,” he says, and if it was not possible for your heart to grow ten times bigger before, it’s definitely possible now.

Right after lunch (with Harry being super generous to leave the waitress a huge tip), you both walk hand in hand to a nearby bookstore. The warm sunshine is shining bright above you, you are lucky to have brought your sunglasses with. Not to mention, you admit that Harry looks heavenly under the sun, which casted a little halo over his head. Harry playfully bumps into as he blushes when you say this. It’s funny how he’s still the shy man that was nervous to ask you out even though he’s an incredibly talented artist.

You both separate into different aisles once you enter the store. You notice how a few fans recognize Harry and shyly go up to him to ask for a picture, which makes you smile. You skim through the books on the shelf, humming along to the tune of Young Hearts that’s playing throughout the store. Harry turns to another aisle, seeing you reading the summary of a book in your hands, your head bopping to the music that was playing. He smiles at the sight, always loving to admire you in whatever things you do. If the fans didn’t see how smitten he is for you, they’re sure to know now.

Harry sneaks up slowly behind you, catching you off guard as he wraps his arms around you. You turn your head to kiss his cheek, he smiles with his eyes closed, loving the feeling of your lips on him. He hums with you the tune of music, gently swaying your bodies together. His head is out on your shoulder as he gently kisses your neck, making you giggle at the ticklish feeling.

He pulls away, still citing the lyrics as he tries to spin you in your place. You laugh at this as you do so. Muttering out lyrics as you both move and dance in between the shelves, laughter emitting from the both of you as people stare, probably thinking of how adorable or crazy you are.

It’s a nice feeling, to feel so in love with the person you’re with. And you adore that about your relationship with Harry.

❊

“D’you need more bubbles, darlin’?” Harry asks from the bathroom. You are busy taking off your clothes and makeup when he asks you this. Walking in your bathroom in just your underwear, you smile as you see Harry stirs around the water in the tub, making sure it’s just the right temperature. Little candles that you bought are lit up on the side of the tub. “Think we have enough bubbles, H,” you chuckle as he tries to add some more to the tub.

After the bookstore where you might’ve received some glares from dancing around, you both drove to an outlet to buy some bathroom items. You try not to go overboard with what you bought, though you think Harry didn’t mind putting in some scented candles, soap and bath bombs in your cart. You stared at him like he was insane, but he defends himself and assures you it’s no problem because “my lovie only deserves the best bubble bath”.

Harry stands upright from the tub and looks at you. His green hypnotising eyes admiring your nearly naked figure, which makes you blush. “What?” You ask shyly. He only smiles at you as he wraps an arm around your figure. “Nothing. Just thinkin’ of how I’m dating a goddess,” he smirks at you and you scoff as you poke his side, causing him to laugh. “Always the charmer, huh?”

Harry just shrugs at this before giving your bum some gentle pats, him squeezing it slightly not going unnoticed to you. “In ya go, lovie,” he gestures to get in the tub as he leaves the room for a bit.

You carefully sit down in the tub, surrounded by bubbles and the sweet scent filling in your nostrils. You play around with the water before a very naked Harry arrives back, which makes your face heat up a bit, even though it’s nothing you haven’t seen. You smile at him as you scoot over so he could sit behind you.

“Did you enjoy today?” He asks, gently rubbing your back. You instantly feel relaxed as you feel his hands on you. “I did. I loved today,” you sigh, leaning back onto his chest as you feel his arms wrap around your abdomen.

“Yeah?” He murmurs as he plants multiple kisses on your shoulder up to your head. “Mhmm,” You hum in reply, closing your eyes as you feel tension in your muscles escape in the calm serene bath you’re in. It is a comfortable silence between you, the only thing you could hear is the sound of yours and Harry’s breath and occasionally the water rippling as you made any movement.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, lovie. We still haven’t had dinner,” he chuckles as he sees your eyes closed, looking so calm and relaxed. “M’not. Just resting my eyes,” you murmur, though you don’t want to admit that you’re slowly getting sleepy. “What’re we having for dinner?” You ask as you rest your head on his shoulder.

“Mmm, maybe we’ll just order pizza. That sound good?” he suggests. You hum in agreement, sighing as you feel his hand caressing your head.

You look up to him and Harry looks down at you after feeling your head move from his shoulder. “Hey,” you smile at him. He smiles back, kissing the tip of your nose. “Hi, my love,” He says back. You beam at him as you run your fingers through his hair, him sighing blissfully at the feeling.

“Thank you for today,” you say. You kiss his lips, letting out a small moan as he kisses you back. “I love you,” you say lovingly to him. “I love you too, darlin’,” he replies as he looks at you a certain way. Like you’ve just hung all the stars in the sky. With so much awe and love for you.

He kisses you again before his lips move all over your face, making you giggle. Moving around, the water splashes out from the tub as you both laugh in joy, soaking in the love you have for each other.

Today was definitely a good day. A day you hope would continue forever with Harry.

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mrpenguinpants · 3 years

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Venti and Diluc: Friendship HCs

Hi elliechan! I’ve already written friendship hcs for Venti but I never want to leave anyone hanging (unless the dupe request is incredible specific and I can’t add onto it anymore) so think of it as a part 2. But if you haven’t seen Part 1 yet, I added a link.

Also, I would like to credit fulltimeventisimp for helping me out with this fic. My monkey brain couldn’t think of anything for Venti but they gave me literally a fics worth of content. PLEASE IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY, MAKE IT AN ACTUAL FIC! I LOVED IT! I tried my best to not piggy back too hard off it but if it does seem that way, let me know and I’ll definitely change it.

But thank you 💕💕💕

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Part 1: Venti Frienship HCs

Xiao: Frienship HCs

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Venti and Diluc: Friendship HCs

Venti

The first time you met the bard, it was when you were visiting Mondstadt as a small pit stop. He was sat on top of some wooden boxes, next to an apple vendor, singing a short ballad. You’ve never encountered bards throughout your journey and he did have a lovely singing voice so you decided to stay a bit and listen in. It felt like the wind itself was carrying his voice throughout the streets but you couldn’t help but feel a bit...melancholy from his tune. Was it homesickness? You clapped with the crowd when the bard finished and on a whim, you decided to buy him a small bag of apples. He seemed to like them as he only asked the apple vendor to gift him two for his efforts. When you paid your purchase the bard seemed to be in a deep conversation with the same vendor that you didn’t want to disturb them, after all you weren’t going to be in Mondstadt for long. So you placed the small bag of apples beside the bard’s lyre with a quick thank you note, a couple extra coins, and continued on your journey.

You didn’t expect that small act of kindness would lead to anything but when you were preparing for bed, the same bard popped his head outside your window and almost gave you a heart attack. This bard was lucky he didn’t catch you while you were changing your clothes or else things might have turned ugly. He wanted to thank you for your generous donation which you simply waved off explaining that throughout your journey, you never met anyone that could sing quite like him. A small token of appreciation. Perhaps it was because you fed his ego too much or other reasons but that seemed to peak the bards interest and ask about what other fascinating places you’ve been too. You talked about the horrible mountain you needed to climb through to reach Mondstadt, the shining electro lamps of Inazuma that would spark if you got too close, to the clear pools and lotus heads in Liyue.

“You’ve been around all over the place! Perhaps you would allow me to write a ballad of your conquests?”

“Hm? Is that so? Why don’t you come with me? Go outside the walls of Mondstadt and explore. So you can write your own ballad instead of others.”

“Is this another acting whim of yours?”

“Haha, perhaps.”

Unsurprisingly, you don’t see the bard the next day. It was probably a lot to suddenly ask a stranger to drop everything and come with you to unknown places. But you decided to stay in Mondstadt for a short while and see what the City of Freedom had to offer. From meeting the supposed gliding champion and learning a few pointers, to the mysterious Calvary Captain who you were sure was probably the shadiest person you’ve ever met, to the aloof red headed tavern owner. You weren’t much of a drinker but everyone in Mondstadt, especially the knights, seemed to really enjoy their wine and were incredibly friendly to strangers. On the night you were planning to leave Mondstadt, the rowdy knights you’ve became friends with decided to celebrate and urge you to drink to your hearts content (please drink responsibly haha). You must have been a bit tipsy when you met the bard for a second time, introducing himself properly as Venti. You could blame it on the alcohol when you suddenly challenged him to a drinking contest but it was the most fun you had in a while. You were pretty sure everyone got kicked out but as you leaned against Venti absolutely hammered, laughing about the silliest things, it was the most freeing feeling you’ve ever felt.

From then on, even after you had left the City of Freedom, you could would randomly see Venti pop up sometimes. Should it be at Starsnatch Cliff or all the way in Wolvendom, you would see a few fluffy feathers appear as the bar- Venti announced his arrival. You were pretty sure Venti was bored whenever he visited you to see what you were up to but you didn’t mind. His liveliness nature was addicting and you were an easy going person. Though, some of the jokes he made, made you a bit suspicious of him. Whenever he would say that Andrius was secretly a grumpy mother hen or that Dvalin was actually a shy sweetheart.

“You sure do know a lot about Mondstadt. You sure you’re just a bard Venti?”

“Hmm, well it shouldn’t hurt to tell you. I am Barbatos. The Anemo Archon of Mondstadt. Pleasure to make your acquaintance..-again.”

“I see...and yet you still get ID checked?”

“Rude!”

Outside of Mondstadt, Venti is a whirlwind of emotions. Always wanting to see what’s changed or linking your hands and dragging you off to some far off chest he found. How did his small body have so much strength to nearly pop your arm out? He did come in handy during your Liyue expeditions since he can give you a small boost to just reach the top of that cliff. You thought violet grass was bad, it should be illegal for Qingxin flowers to grow on the very top of mountains. Venti thinks it’s really sweet that you put so much faith in his winds to let yourself fly when he uses his elemental skill. Though, it’s a bit of a double edged sword. When you finally reach the very top and you’re waiting for Venti to join you, he might pretend to loose control and throw himself off the cliff. You sometimes forget he’s literally the anemo archon and you’re ready to go gliding after him before he pops up in front of you to give you another scare. While he’s laughing, you’re already planning how to sneak slime condensate into his hat.

“You should have seen your face! I didn’t know you could scream like that! Liyue must think a banshee is haunting their mountains again!”

“Watch yourself gremlin, you might wake up without hands tomorrow.”

“Haha, you wouldn’t do that...right? How would you even do that? Why aren’t you saying anything?!”

“Isn’t there a saying in Liyue Venti? You can’t run from your debts? Prepare yourself.”

For as child-like Venti appears, you both end up getting into a bit of trouble when Venti get’s a bit too bold. While it’s incredibly refreshing to see someone speak their mind regardless of the consequences, you actually kind of admire him for that, usually the boldness comes from trying to bribe the bartender for free drinks. Your poor wallet is crying out every time Venti spots a new tavern. While he say’s he will pay you back or he’ll pay you back in a song, you can’t actually eat his words. But on other occasions you can’t help but join in when it happens to be one of the Fatui guards giving you both a hard time. You feel like you’re acting out a Shakespearian play with all the flowery nonsense and metaphors you’re both spitting out.

When you’re both in the thick of a forest or even on top of Liyue’s mountain, Venti will bring his lyre out and strum his strings softly as you both fall into a comfortable silence. Looking at the sunset or relaxing under the trees as the sun peaks through as you both live in the moment. It’s these times that you’re harshly reminded that Venti is an archon as he slips out of his persona and speaks as Barbatos. He tells you how fun your adventures have been, that he was glad to have made friends with you, speaking as if you’re about to die tomorrow. You’re not sure how to handle it, what kind of burden Venti is carrying, but you immediately drop everything and comfort him. Giving him a strong but warm hug that you’re still here and he’s not alone right now.

“Come on, I’m still waiting for the Ballad of Venti. You haven’t given up on that right?”

“Hmph, of course not. Every being deserves a name to be called upon, and woven into a song.”

Diluc

It was a peaceful day, one Diluc hadn’t felt in a long time in his hectic life. Though it was a bit too early to determine how the day would go since it was still noon. The tavern would soon get loud as it approached night but for now. Everything was peaceful. The sounds of Monstadt streets bustling. The peaceful atmosphere as the sun shone through the windows. Working on mundane tasks of wiping the counter down. No Kaeya in sight. A small moment of peace. All broken when his door was kicked nearly off its hinges as you announced your return from your shopping trip as if you had returned after a 3 year long journey. Diluc sighs under his breath, takes a moment to pray he doesn’t need to repair his door again, and helps you with your bags as you ramble about your day.

To others, it’s always seems a bit weird when they catch Diluc and you chatting since Diluc always gives off the lone wolf persona and yet you’re this ball of sunshine. Maybe it’s because you knew Diluc when he was a child, back when he was still bright-eyed, that you never treated him any differently when he came back. Diluc never really talks about it but he’s happy that you’re still the same and he can let himself relax with you. He still keeps his silent demeanor as he listens to you talk about anything and everything, it helps keeps his mind occupied, but he might add a few comments here and there. Just to let you know he’s still listening.

You know what sounds really hot? Sitting in the same room with someone while you both do your own respective thing. You both don’t feel forced to talk to each other just because you’re in the same room or you have to do everything together just because you’re together. It’s an easy atmosphere that settles as Diluc works on business papers and you’re planning your next expeditions. Until you end collapsing on his couch because your brain processing has suffered enough and it’s time to take a nap. You always end up dragging him out of his work to go outside and take a nice doze in the sun.

If you ever have a problem, he won’t necessarily coddle you unless it really bothers you or you’re in a situation where it could hurt you, but he’ll do everything to help you work through it. You’re his friend and if someone is giving you a hard time then he has no problem chasing them away, especially if its a Fatui member. If it happens to be Kaeya, well that’s an entirely different story. Likewise, if it appears to you that Diluc is going through a rough time you’ll try and comfort him. Do small little things to let him know that you care and while he doesn’t need to tell you what’s wrong, you’re here to support him.

Diluc enjoys playing chess against you, even if he wins most of the time, you’re always so determined that he can’t help but laugh along with your over reactions. Presenting him an entire 20 page paper on chess and yet getting checkmated in 10 turns. You’re 95% sure all the chess strategies he offered were all fake, if his smug grin is anything to go by. You both have agreed to never play darts together, well more specifically, you’re pretty sure you’re banned from playing darts when you almost hit Adelinde. That was the first time you ever genuinely feared for your life.

Whenever Diluc has to attend a gala or has to host a party to further his business, he’s always appreciative when you show up. You’re not exactly apart of royalty or even a business owner but it’s so refreshing to Diluc, after spending so much time keeping a polite attitude and trying to talk business, when he can come to you as you laugh about how one lady almost tripped because her dress was too long. Sometimes he’ll lean a bit on you or pretend to be in a conversation just so he can recharge.

More often then not, you’re mistaken to be Diluc partner even though the idea of holding Diluc’s hand makes you want to throw up. But when Diluc get’s random father’s trying to offer their daughter’s hands in marriage, he’ll pull the excuse he’s already with someone if they can’t no for an answer. It’s always funny to you, linking arms with Diluc and re-telling the grandiose story about how Diluc saved you from falling off a cliff when you were both younger and you were both star-crossed lovers that were destined to be together. Or something like that, you’re pretty sure you’ve changed the story enough times that you can’t keep track. But it seems to work and as soon as they are out of ear’s reach you make a quick gagging motion. He shoves you a bit to which you elbow him in the side. Old habits die hard.

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I swear, I could probably recite character stories word for word at this point. Gripping my writing hand don’t make it angsty, don’t make it angsty, don’t fucking do it. But I still did, whoops.

I feel like my fics are really long so I’ll add a read more tag. Mmm writing styles are hard. I don’t know if I like this;; I ended up writing so much to try and combine my “hcs are just another word for fics just without the dialogue” and “actual headcanons” styles. Ahh, well whatever. I have to go speedrun my assignments since genshin is going to eat all my time this week.

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In A Week’s Time: Elliot x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

VERY long Stardew Valley fic and I have fallen back in love with the game and Elliot.

Really just plain vanilla lovings below!

Song Choice: Not Just A Girl - She Wants Revenge

Summer. A scorching summer season had settled amongst the valley. Where others saw a reason to just flock to the beach and wade in the oceans or to take advantage of the museum's better quality air conditioner, you had been excited for this season to make profits. Sure, you had made a good profit off of spring's fresh crops what of strawberries and parsnips and bulbs of garlic all in a row; it was summer you were waiting for as well as many other farmers around. You could just imagine your crop fields full of patches of blueberries and of melons, peach and orange trees in full bloom as well as stalks of hops to keep the kegs full of aging beer (and let's not get started about the starfruit patches to which you'll be turning into wine by the end of their respected harvest).

You were out of bed before Elliott - which was rare as he's used to waking with the gulls cawing horribly before the sun even rises over the ocean's shore. The writer's eyes prying open to see you already out the door, flowing auburn hair a mess against the soft pillow covers, sticking to his chiseled face as he watched on in confusion as you bolted out of the front door. He squinted, grumbling something under his breath about how eager you were and quickly followed behind you.

The early summer morning breeze was cool, crisp, inviting as you overlooked the expanse of your farm from your porch. The sun barely peeking over the trees of the forest bordering the outskirts of the farm, bits of orange rays poking through, and twinkling off of the iridium sprinklers littered around, scarecrows still standing tall, protecting the now empty fields of dead spring crops.

The front door opened behind you, you peered over your shoulder to see your beloved husband standing there, squinting as the sun slowly rises over the horizon and spill into the farm. You always loved how squinty-eyed he was when he wakes, hair tied back. He was always so handsome, even when he had just woken up. You giggled, remembering how he had woken up when the spring had started and you had woken early to start planting the usual plots of strawberries, parsnips, and beans. The poor man had his shirt on backwards and nearly had his shoes on the wrong feet before you helped correct him. It was always so sweet of him to wake up early with you every crop season to help you clear and plant and water with you.

"My darling?" he mumbled behind you.

"It's summer, Elliott! Time for the biggest harvests of the year!" you proclaimed, puffing your chest out proudly.

"I'll make coffee," he nodded, leaving the front door open to allow your cat to slip outside and happily trot towards the barn and coop towards the south exit of your farm that leads to Marnie's ranch.

You smiled, watching him leave to the kitchen slowly, you snagged your trusty hoe that sat right by the front door and set off.

Around midday, you had retired back to the house where Elliott was waiting, radiating with excitement. He had just come back two hours ago from Pierre's store with many bags of seeds roped around his hands and wrists for you to start sowing. You climbed the stairs and overlooked the expanse of your farm with your husband. You both took in the tilled dirt ready to be watered after lunch. You were both excited to slowly be able to see the dull beige and browns and ochres of the farm's soil to slowly bloom vibrant greens and pinks and blues and yellows of fresh vegetation by the end of the season.

"Tired, my darling?" he stepped inside, allowing you to pass into your home.

"Not yet," you hummed.

"Good! I have wonderful news I'd love for you to hear," he chimed.

"Oh? And what would that be, Elliott?"

Leading you towards the kitchen, you noticed a large, square vanilla envelope bent in a slight curve. A glass mixing bowl sat a little ways away, most likely used to press out the envelope. It was opened, the obvious tear towards the top of the envelope, the contents gently pushed back inside. What looked to be a single sheet of paper was inside.

"Do you remember the genre of book you've inspired me to write, my love?" Elliott hummed.

You could remember that day clearly. Nearly two seasons had passed, the end of the scorching summer was settled on the land, the valley preparing for fall. The weather had cooled just a tad, but it was enough to warrant you a trip down to the beach for a dip in the ocean. Your crops were all done for the season, every last bundle of blueberries plucked, every melon uprooted, hot peppers and tomatoes picked from every patch you had planted. You were done for the rest of the season when it had come to the farm.

But as soon as you arrived at the beach, you had immediately lost all focus upon seeing Elliott's cabin. You had been meaning to visit, and before you could even realize it, you were knocking at his front door. The poet was surprised to see you, emerald green eyes widening in pure delight at the sight of a new visitor.

Auburn hair tied back by a vibrant green ribbon, delicate locks not long enough framed his face nicely. Sharp jawline freshly shaved, not a single hair missed nor a single blemish on his healthy tanned skin. A loose white button-up long sleeve shirt sat unbuttoned a bit on the top. His shirt had been tucked into a pair of loose black slacks. If you hadn't been blushing at the sight of a man as handsome as Elliott, you would've questioned him on why he decided to dress like a pirate.

Instead, he had roped you into an elegant conversation, allowing you to step into his cabin. Enchanted with his delicate words, you soon found yourself staring at him as he looked at you, groomed dark brows pulled up slightly as he waited for your answer.

He smirked as you shook your head slightly, clearing the fog from your mind as you suddenly found yourself in an embarrassing position.

"Sorry, excuse me," you stuttered, feeling your cheeks heat up.

Elliott simply chuckled softly. His silky voice filled your ears before he glanced back at you, a smile still tugging on his chiseled lips. Yoba, they looked so soft.

"It's this awful heat. I find myself losing my words too. I was asking you your favorite genre to read." "Oh!" You felt your stomach tighten into even tighter knots. "I... Romance I guess. I haven't really had a lot of time to sit down and read something proper like an actual book. Maybe a news article on my phone or something but..." "Romance? Ah, a classic form of literature! I find myself sinking into romantic novels myself, especially during a storm."

"Romance," you hummed.

He pulled the single piece of thick paper from the envelope, still a little curved from its time spent in the mailbox since early this morning.

"It's a very short notice for such big news, but I've been invited to do a reading tour for the book you've inspired me to write."

He handed you the piece of paper.

It was from his publisher, a full schedule on the bottom of the short notice. Every day was packed with readings to signings and meetups, all scheduled for one week.

Next week.

"You're leaving Saturday," you noted the date stamped at the very bottom, the following Sunday being his return.

"I am. But only for one week, my radiance." He paused for a moment, you looked up at him with wide eyes full of excitement. "Will you be alright? I'll be gone for one week and it's already the start of a new crop season for us-"

"Go on it! This is what you've wanted, yeah? I'll be fine!"

Elliott stared at you with slight shock, soon melting into a warm smile full of absolute love.

"I'll be here for the rest of the week, though. I'll still be here to help water what is not covered, help with your animals."

You nodded and looked back down at the paper in your hands. You noticed the time to leave on Saturday is missing.

"When do you leave Saturday?"

"I believe before noon."

Elliott produced one round-trip bus ticket from the envelope. The same company that brought you here to Pelican Town a little over two years ago.

Lo and behold, he would be leaving at ten o'clock in the morning.

Elliott plucked the schedule and ticket from your hands and placed them back on the counter. He quickly replaced the empty space between your hands, he filled them with his own. Grasping them tightly with his own, he pulled you closer to him.

His hands were strong, skin soft, fingertips scarred slightly from countless papercuts he's given himself from binge-reading new and old books on rainy days as well as spending countless and stressful days writing, editing, and rereading his work that he'll now read to many people out there in the world. You loved how nice his hands felt, warm, but not too warm to make your hands overheat. His hands were bigger than yours, enveloping them with their strong warmth as he pulled you closer until you both were pressed flush up against each other.

You caught whiffs of him. You always loved how Elliott smelled, from his shampoo and conditioner to the subtle hints of his aftershave and cologne. Pomegranate was the main node you would get (it was really the fruit that had started your acquaintance with him when he asked if you grew them on the farm) but he would also always smell somewhat like the sea. Sea salt in the ocean breeze, fresh and alive, and inviting like the ocean on a hot summer's day.

And looking at your husband before you, you could feel your body heat up even more. His hands slowly rising in temperature, slowly roasting your fingers and palms still a little cool from handling your iridium hoe. You swore you could feel little tingles sparking between the minute gaps between your fingers and palms, fireworks, explosions of nerves edging you both further and further closer to the end of the cliff until-

You both suddenly found yourselves suddenly tangled in each other's limbs. Bodies pressed flush up against each other, no room between your persons. Your breasts pressed firmly against his chest, stomachs with no gaps between, legs struggling to stand up properly and support each other.

Your hands snatched at the collar of Elliott's button-up, crisp and clean with no wrinkles in sight now sat crumbled in your grasping hands. Your fingers flexing, suddenly releasing the collar to claw and crawl to his broad shoulders, snatching at the thin, soft material by the handful, pulling him closer if that was any more possible.

Elliott's passion placed into his display of affections always seemed to catch you off guard. You knew Elliott was a passionate man the moment you met him, but as you grew to knew him and quickly fell for him, you learned that Elliott and romance went together like Gus and any event where he's able to serve the town. Elliott always made you feel loved, always made you feel beautiful. He may look like he belongs on the front of a romance novel cover with his god-like appearance, but damn it all if he doesn't know how to absolutely ravish you as the books would suggest.

One of Elliott's strong hands had come to the back of your head, agile fingers gently grasping at the back of your head, fingers wrapped around your locks, locking your heads together. The other went around to behind your shoulders. He grabbed at the back of your shirt, a fistful of cloth fabric teasing him whereas he teased you with a few tugs, threatening to rip your shirt right off of your body without another thought.

It wouldn't have been the first time he would have done that.

Elliott's lips seemed to be made for yours. Every kiss was perfect.

Elliott softly moaned into the kiss, the swaying weight between you two nearly had your legs fumbling, nearly allowing the two of you to fall over yourselves. Elliott pulled away for just a moment, emerald green eyes gazing into yours for a brief moment, lust filling his gorgeous hues the more he looked at you, a faint pink blush dashing over his chiseled cheeks. You could feel your face heating up as well, the apples of your cheeks suddenly scorching just looking at him right here, nose to nose with your loving husband.

He had quickly pulled you into another kiss, lips tenderly pressing against yours in a passionate embrace, lulling your legs to finally be able to move towards the bedroom.

It was sloppy, your backs pressing against the walls of the short hallway connecting the living room to your shared bedroom. Elliott had you pinned to the wall at one point, your head pushed to the side, mouth open as soft mewls and moans escaping from your slick lips as Elliott sucked at the nape of your neck. His large, strong hands were squeezing your wrists, your fingers limp yet curling as you felt him pressed his clothed erection brush against your person.

You both had managed to tear yourselves from the wall, suddenly another mess of tangled arms, hands grasping in hair and snatching at clothing until Elliott's nimble fingers had finally dipped under the bottom hem of your shirt, carefully peeling the hem up into a small curl of fabric until he could firmly grab at it with both hands. With a swift and sudden pull of his hands, you had suddenly found yourself topless in the sights of your beloved.

Flushing under his emerald gaze, Elliott had paused for a brief moment to look over your body, eyes scanning your form, lust slowly consuming his features the more he gazed at your form with fluttering eyes. Elliott hummed deep within his throat, hands coming up to cup at your shoulders. Hooking his thumbs under the straps of your bra, he delicately slid them off of the curve of your shoulders and crawled his fingers to the hooks behind your back. Your bra quickly came undone in his hands, the delicate lingerie now sliding off of your body with a tug of his agile hands and carelessly tossed over his shoulder.

The sight of your naked breasts alone was enough for Elliott to start to unravel more and more.

A coy little smirk fell upon your lips as you saw out of the corner of your eye the tenting in his pants, noting how the fabric was tightening more and more as the seconds ticked by.

"I hardly think it's fair for you to still be dressed while you're stripping off all of my clothes," you pointed out.

"My dearest, I believe you're right. How rude of me."

Elliott had complied with your statement, but he was a little shit. Nimble fingers that had just ravaged your top and bra off of your person within just a few seconds, had plucked the top two buttons of his shirt apart at a snail's pace; All with a devilish look in his eye as looked directly at you.

You flung yourself at him, hands grabbing the collar of his button-up and pulling his close to connect your lips once more. Elliott's hands moved from his shirt to grip at the sides of your head firmly, sinking his fingers into the locks of your hair. Your hands fumbled down to the rest of the buttons, fingers struggling to pluck them apart one by one until you had no more to unbutton. Your fingers brushed against his bare chest and abdomen, lightly sun-kissed skin, toned generously as the lean muscle under your fingertips flexed softly at your bare touch.

Elliott shrugged his button-up off of his shoulders and tossed it aside, the hunk of material sliding against the hardwood floors.

Elliott advanced towards you, pushing you backwards until the back of your knees bumped into the lip of the bed. You stumbled back a bit, losing your balance and falling back into the mattress, your body bouncing a bit as you landed on the springy mattress. Elliott smirked, enjoying as your breasts bounced with you.

Elliott's graceful fingers moved from your shoulders downward, fingers dancing down your body, past the curve of your breasts, and digging gently into the soft skin of your stomach until his fingers danced along the waistband of your pants. The button had suddenly slipped free and the zipper had been pulled down.

Elliott had leaned forward, you softly gasped when you felt his warm lips press gentle kisses down the center of your torso in a straight line, going from the bottom of your neck to in between the space of your breasts down to your belly button all while he had wrestled your pants out from under your rear. He worked your trousers down the length of your legs, eventually hitching them off from where they bunched up at your ankles and allowed the trousers to flop onto the floor, all while he was still trailing kisses right down your center.

He briefly looked up at you under a near curtain of auburn locks, emerald green hues amused at your heated face, wonderful lips smirking as you softly begged him to keep going.

His index fingers hooked around the delicate upper hemline of your underwear. Twisting his fingers just a bit to secure the hemline, he slowly pulled downwards, peeling your panties away from your pussy and down the length of your legs, soon joining your pants on the floor. The sight of you dripping wet, heat blooming from between your legs stirred Elliott onwards, but he remained collected; no matter how much he wished to absolutely ravage your body.

Elliott had stood up, you whined a bit as you immediately missed the feeling of his lips trailing up and down your torso, worshipping you, ravishing you with his soft kisses.

Your loving husband gripped the waistband of his own trousers and fiddled with the buckle of his leather belt. Shiny brass clicking a little at him fiddling and soon the long strip of punched leather slid out from the belt loops of his black slacks and was tossed onto your trousers pooling at his feet. You watched on in awe as he slowly dipped his hands under the waistband for just a brief second before plucking apart the button of his own pants and pulling the zipper down, revealing straining boxer-briefs.

You flushed at the outline hidden inside the confinements of his underwear. Cock straining, erect, yet tortured to be stuck into tightening underwear.

The black slacks dropped to the floor, Elliott nudging both his trousers and yours off to the side of the bed just out of the way. The matching black boxer-briefs looked awfully tight, you could only imagine the struggle Elliott was going through as he looked over your delightful form.

A few locks of auburn hair drifted out of place, some sticking to his slightly sweaty forehead while the others hung loose in his face, covering his eyes slightly. A faint blush still settled on his cheeks as he looked down at you with half-lidded eyes full of lust and desire.

"Elliott," you cooed, your body heating up.

Your gut was coiling, heat pooling more around your pussy, your stomach feeling full of butterflies. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears, feel your blood roaring with life.

You needed him inside of you now.

"My dear (Y/n), what do you need?" he purred, still eyeing you as if you were nothing else but prey.

"You," you whimpered.

"And what do you want me to do?" he teased, the corners of his lips twitching upwards into a coy smile.

"I want you to fuck me into this mattress."

You swore you could see something snap inside of Elliott. The once calm and collected writer you called a husband seemingly snapped. You could no longer see the emerald in his eyes. The sea of lovely green now consumed by his pupils blown wide.

It was a good thing you both live on a farm, a good walking distance away from the rest of Pelican Town, otherwise, you and Elliott would be looking at many noise complaints from the rest of the town.

You watched as he snatched off his boxer-briefs, the poor man-handled fabric flung away, no longer in your line of sight.

What was in your line of sight, however, was your husband's cock springing outwards, now free of its confinements.

You only had mere seconds to gaze at it before Elliott had pinned you to the mattress, the man hovering over you, hands pinning your shoulders to the mattress, impaling you with his cock.

A moan lodged in your throat, choking slightly as you cried out in pleasure at the tightness. Elliott gave a satisfied groan as well, broad shoulders sagging for just a mere moment to lose himself in the sea of pleasure he found himself in.

You loved how Elliott's cock fit inside of you so perfectly, it was like to was made for you. His cock was large, thick, always stretching your tight pussy just right. Just the feeling of being stretched had you whining, clawing at the sheets by the handful. Your head rocked back into the mattress, cradled by the bunched up sheets under your head and neck. Your eyes screwed shut at the painful stretch.

Elliott moaning softly, panting against your chest. His long auburn locks had spilled across your sweaty chest, thick strands clinging to your breasts, pooling on your person for a brief moment as Elliott had dipped his head to revel in the feeling of his cock in your tight pussy.

He craned his head back up, looking down at your sweaty face, mouth wide open as you cried and mewled under him. A wild smirk spread across his lips.

He was generous enough to give you a quick second to adjust to the tight stretch before he had started to slowly piston his hips.

The back of your head curled into the sheets piled underneath you more, your throat stretching, baring more skin to him. Elliott had leaned back down again, still pistoning his hips at a slow rate to enjoy the tight feeling of your slick walls around his cock.

Your guts were knotted with lust, only wanting you to raise your hips and match him with his thrusts, meet his cock thrusting inwards with you lifting your hips up, wanting your sexes to slap together, to rock the bed and make it groan like you normally do together. You loved how wild and powerful Elliott could be in bed.

Elliott's hands snatched at your hips, nails digging into the soft skin. You whimpered at the bite of crescent moons, loving the pain adding on to the pleasure bubbling inside of your person. Each thrust seemed to make your organs knot closer together, made the coils heat up, and tighten. Your moans only spurred him to speed up once he had given you ample time to adjust to the tightness inside of you.

Elliott had let go of your hips, favoring to trap the sides of your head by placing his hands out flat against the ruffles and rumples of the sheets now bunched under the back of your skull, careful not to snag at any of your locks. His grip on the sheets tightened, supporting him better as he rocked his hips back and forth at a great pace, pounding into you like a machine powered by pistons.

He had dipped his head down to meet your parted lips. He groaned into the cavity of your mouth, wincing and tightening his grip on the sheets as your walls had clamped down on his cock. You could hear the sheets creaking, the soft fabric stretching and compressing under the intense grip Elliott was putting it through until he had released it just a touch.

He pressed hot, open-mouth kisses all around your face. He trailed kisses along the curve of your jaw all the way back to your earlobes where he would nip and gently tug at them. He would trail a sloppy line down the curve of your neck, grazing the columns of your throat with his teeth. He definitely had produced a good amount of hickies along your neck and upper chest, so much to possibly warrant a turtleneck at the beginning of summer if you were to have made any plans of going out in public. He had even gently sunk his teeth into the soft plush of one of your breasts, enjoying the little squeaks you produced as your clawed at Elliott's back and grabbed at his broad shoulders.

Once he had deemed he had marked you up enough, he had only continued to ramp up his pace until you suddenly choke at the speed. You gasped, feeling your passageway clamp down on him once more, your husband crying out in pleasure and tossing his head back to revel in the feelings spiking through him.

You cried out, feeling the coils inside of you tighten even more, now white-hot as the seed about to enter your womb pretty soon as your climax was fast approaching.

You caught sight of Elliott's eyes, emerald hues still missing, lost in a sea of black. His pupils dilated, still-full blown with lust, looking as though he had captured a starless sky in his eyes.

It was hypnotic, and the thundering of your blood in your ear like war drums had only added on to the pressure building up in your core. The splitting pressure inside of you had you squeezing your eyes closed, wincing, a soft moan passing through grit teeth as a wave of painful pleasure rattled through you, only tightening the coils inside of you even more.

Elliott was unraveling as well, auburn locks falling in his face, hiding his reddened and sweaty rugged face behind the curtain of his groomed mane. His shoulders tensed, lean muscle flexing in his shoulders and biceps, veins poking against his lightly tanned skin. His thrusts had gone from fast and passionate to sporadic and sloppy, longing and yearning to finally release inside of you.

A sudden eruption of heat spilled from between your legs, a massive release of pent up pain and turned to pleasure. A lewd moan had spilled from your open mouth, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Elliott groaned above you, riding and thrusting into your slickening pussy, only allowing him to lose himself to his gaining lust.

Your limbs suddenly felt heavy, weighed down by bones seemingly made of lead and iridium, allowing you to sink into the plush comfort of the mattress as Elliott continuously pounded into your pussy without fail. The man of many elegant words had crippled down to only guttural moans and heavy groans. He could barely make any other noises, he was too busy chasing his won climax. He huffed and puffed in your ears, shoulders shaking as he pistoned his hips back and forth like a well-oiled machine.

It had nearly been another full minute before you felt the slight twitch inside of your passageway, his cock stiffening ever so slowly in between the rushed thrusts of his hips. His thrusts were growing sloppier by the thrust, the bed groaning under the two of you as it rocked with each thrust. The two of you were a flurry of moans and lingering kisses, Elliott occasionally kissing down your jaw or sucking at your neck. Your pussy still slick with your sweet only allowed him to seemingly thrust faster inside of you, you could feel his cock twitch a bit more.

He was going to cum quickly.

His hands on either side of your head snatched at more of the rumpled bedsheets, twisting as his back arched downwards. With each thrust, there was no room left between your two persons, no air gaps between your sexes, drawing his cock nearly out of you only to slam right back into you without mercy. You swore you were drooling, trapped in the starry bliss clouding your mind, still chasing the joys of your climax as he only ravaged your pussy more and more.

The stiffer he got, the sloppier he got with his thrusts until hot milky white suddenly erupted from Elliott's cock, the man coming with a choked shout. His shoulders curled up into his neck, head shooting back, auburn locks spilling over his broad shoulders and you milked every last drop of semen out of his cock still buried inside of you.

You cried, mewled as you felt the fullness inside of you, only to exhale as Elliott's cock had slid right out of your passageway, his semen following quickly after to spill onto the bed.

Elliott nearly collapsed on top of your worn person, the man of elegance managing to roll himself to land right next to you. He draped one of his tanned arms over your body, the meat of his arm over your breasts so his hand could reach under your armpit, dragging you closer to his sweaty chest. You both laid there panting, hearts racing as moments ticked by, the thrill of your orgasms slowly riding down as you both looked at each other in the eye. Sweaty faces, blushed at the cheeks and noses, you both couldn't help the small and loving smiles spreading across your faces. You both looked at each other through the messy, frizzy locks clinging to your sweaty faces. A good shower was to be put in order now, but it would have to wait.

You shivered, still feeling his hot seed spilling slowly out between your nether lips, tangling with the sheets under your person, a mess you would both clean in just a moment.

But for now, you both laid there side by side, looking lovingly into the eyes of each other, enjoying the euphoria and riding it until it ends in his loving embrace, tangled in the sheets in the farmhouse far away from the world.

You stood there by the bus stop, waiting for the bus to arrive with your husband right by your side. You could tell he was nervous, he would always toy with his long locks when he was. He had even pulled his hair back and tied it to try and stop himself from fiddling with his luscious auburn locks, but he couldn't help himself.

He was nervous, and rightfully so!

He was going to be gone for a week, reading for his adoring fans, signing autographs, meeting new and important people.

You took his hand, startling the man out of his daydream. Wide emerald eyes looking at you for a mere second before he seemingly calmed down... just a bit.

"You'll do great out there. I promise," you smiled. "Just breathe, remember to stay calm and you'll do great."

Elliott smiled warmly at you. He only wished you could come along with him, join him on this adventure he was going to have, but you had a farm to take care of, animals to raise and crops to tend to so you can help feed the town.

You had your responsibilities, and now, he did too. This would open up a lot of doors, a lot of opportunities to expand his craft, make good relationships and business partners, spread the word about his writing more and more.

He only wished he could have you by his side. After all, you were his biggest inspiration for finishing his book. This was all because of you; Because you had introduced yourself to him your first day of arriving at Pelican Town, because you took up his many requests on the wanted board in front of Pierre's, because you had taken the time to get to know him, to give him many wonderful gifts, to give him the mermaid's pendant... You had spoken to him nearly every day, no matter if you were covered in dirt from the farm or covered in slime and bits of dead bugs and whatever horrors you had slain in the mines, you made it your goal to befriend him, to stick your muddy boot through his cabin door and get to know him. Even now, the mermaid's pendant sat heavily against his throat, the polished silver chain choking him with suspense as he started to worry.

What if something happened and he wasn't here to help? What if something happened to the farm? It's summer, storms would surely come to try and wreck the farm. What if you were caught outside? What if you were caught in the barns? What if you got hurt and he wasn't there to help you? To protect you?

The bus had rolled down the street and stopped right in front of you both. You both eyed each other one last time before you fully turned to him, Elliott doing the same.

Now face to face with your husband, you reached out and pulled him into a tight embrace. You could feel your throat tightening up just a tad as he wrapped his strong arms around your person, a quick press of his lips against your cheekbone.

"I promise to write to you every day, my radiance," he murmured into your ear.

"Every day?"

"Every day without fail."

"I love you, Elliott."

"And I love you, (Y/n)."

The doors to the bus swung open, the bus driver not even looking in your direction at first.

Elliott pulled away only to press his lips to yours. The kiss was so full of passion for how brief it had to be without keeping the bus driver and the other bus occupants waiting.

You pulled away to look him in the eyes. You could see the yearning for him to stay with you, but you both knew this was coming sooner or later.

"Be careful, yeah?"

"Of course, my dearest."

And with that, Elliott picked up his (overstuffed) suitcase and carry-on bag and set off into the bus.

You watched on with a reassuring smile as Elliott sat down at the window facing you. You followed the bus as far down the sidewalk as you could until there was no walkway left. You watched from your spot on the sidewalk as the bus was slowly swallowed by the darkness of the tunnel, heading towards the city.

With a soft sigh, you glanced down at the mermaid pendant sitting around your neck. You gently grasped the shimmering blue twisted shell and gazed back at the tunnel.

You ignored the biting, bitter feeling bubbling in your gut, wrinkling your nose at the sensation of dread wafting around your mind, and turned to follow the trail back to your farm.

Maybe if you busied yourself with farm work and the mines and whatever foraging you could find, the week would fly by quickly and Elliott would return to you sooner than you would think.

Upon arriving at the farm, you sighed. You knew the farm felt emptier the moment you stepped foot on the land. Even as your cat brushed around your leg and trotted towards the barn and coop, you hoped time would fly by quickly.

Picking up the milking bucket and shears from the chest by your house, you followed behind your faithful kitty, attempting to busy your lonely mind with work until your beloved author returned to you.

#stardew valley elliot #elliot x farmer #elliot x reader #stardew #stardew valley #stardew valley fic

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thesleepy1 · 3 years

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All In Endearment, Dear

A/N: My friend really liked that last fic and they wanted another one. I am so glad they liked it. One of the only positive things that happened in a while, hahaha. To anyone who comes across this, commenting, anything, even if it's just a smile makes my day. I finally get to feel that little surge of happiness when my fics are being read. It's a nice feeling, not going to lie. And to top off all of that, @queenofchaos7 requested that I continue this fic. So here we are.

Pairings: Merlin x Arthur

Summary: In an attempt to be more direct with Arthur, he takes Merlin out hunting with his knights. Something so intimate and a clear show of his loyalty, that Merlin could not mistake it as anything else. And in the middle of the forest, Arthur would not be able to chicken out like a coward, lest Merlin gets lost in the forest.

Word count: 3,824

Part 1

Part 3

Warnings: language, suggestive language, crude jokes, violence, blood,

Merlin was ignoring him. The man just had to be. Sure, Merlin came when called, was present in the council meetings, and everytime Arthur “accidently” injured himself Merlin would be there to nurse his wounds. It was just that Merlin rarely ever made eye contact with him anymore unless absolutely necessary. Merlin rarely ever lingered when called anymore, quickly leaving Arthur’s side to do who knows what.

Everyone already knew that Merlin was a wizard. Arthur was in full support of Merlin’s power and his ability to be useful among the court. For once in the brunette’s life that is.

There was no reason why Merlin should be avoiding him like this. Had he done something to make the man upset? Was it the rain comment from the week prior? Whatever it was, it was making him lose sleep. Arthur had long admitted that he was infatuated with Merlin, in love even. Though that was a big word. But obsessed to the point of losing sleep? That was where he drew the line.

“Merlin!” Arthur yelled in that way of his. So distinctive that Merlin subconsciously curled up deeper into his nest of blankets. “Merlin!” Arthur yelled again, banging on Merlin’s door in Gaius’ quarters. “I know you aren’t at the tavern. I checked already. Wake up and come out here or I’m going in!”

Begrudgingly, Merlin rolled out of his straw stuffed bed and unlatched the door for Arthur. The king immediately stepped in before Merlin could close him out. “Do you realize how late it is?” Merlin asked in a sleep filled voice, not expecting Arthur to reply.

“Early actually, Merlin. The sun will be up in an hour or so,” Arthur replied, trying to hide the effects that Merlin’s sleep filled voice had on him. The king was so glad that the room was too dark to properly see.

“That doesn’t explain why you’re in my room, you twat,” Merlin groaned, trying to make Arthur out without magic. If he didn’t know any better, it looked like Arthur was in his hunting outfit.

“Would it be absurd to say I just wanted to see you?” Arthur asked in mock jest, watching Merlin’s face in the dark of the room. Even without light, he was shining.

“You see me everyday, remember? I work for you,” Merlin countered, turning on his heel to beeline for his bed.

“But you’ve been ignoring me.”

Merlin ignored him in favor for getting back into his bed.

“Merlin,” Arthur tired again. “I’m here for a reason, you know.” When Merlin didn’t reply Arthur rolled his eyes. “I’m taking you hunting.”

That got the wizard right out of his bed. “What?” he exclaimed in confusion, his hair stuck up on one side. Arthur was tempted to fix it back into place.

“What do you mean, what? We’re going hunting in the forest.” Arthur approached the bedside slowly, as if coming up to a sleeping lion in its den.

“Is that an order?” Merlin mumbled against the bed, pressing his sagging pillow against his head to hide away from Arthur. His shirt was riding up his chest from the movement and Arthur had to quickly look away.

“I-it is,” Arthur stuttered, suddenly very interested in Merlin’s walls. The wizard had a little parchment picture of a bird nailed to his wall. The sketch was quite accurate, though Arthur could not remember for the life of him what kind of bird it was. “We’re going hunting with the knights.”

“Couldn’t this wait until morning?”

“It is morning, Merlin,” Arthur inched toward the door, suddenly very aware that Merlin had gotten up from his bed and was currently undressing behind him. “J-just hurry or else we’re leaving you behind.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” Merlin snarked, shrugging into a new tunic. “You might stab yourself with your own sword if I’m not around.”

Arthur turned around, offended that Merlin would say such a thing, “Well I would have you know-” Merlin had yet to put on a new pair of trousers. Arthur ran from the door without saying another word, scarred for life at what he had seen. Merlin furrowed his eyebrows in confusion until he heard a distant shout. “I still expect you to be there, Merlin!” Groaning at the unfairness of life, Merlin stepped into his trousers and made his way to the courtyard.

Arthur and the knights were there waiting for him, everyone disregarding, Arthur looked just as exhausted as he was. One of them was barely holding onto his mount. “Dear god, Arthur, what are you doing?” Merlin asked with a yawn, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Take the lot of you hunting for a great beast or something the kitchen staff could roast for us!”

Merlin was ready to leap off a cliff. “At this ungodly hour?” he asked, not really expecting an answer.

“Of course, Merlin. Do you really expect us to hunt at night?” Arthur answered with a smirk on his lips. The knights of the round table all looked as if they were ready to kill their king as well. Gwaine was half asleep on his stallion. Lancelot was sleeping with his eyes open, the lucky bastard.

“I expect you to hunt without me,” Merlin shook his head, turning his back on Arthur to saddle his own horse. The mare was purposely stronger than the others, a more reliant breed that had the best sense of home. If anything were to happen while they were hunting, Arthur wanted Merlin safe.

“Come on, Merlin. It won’t be that bad,” Arthur sounded, ordering his knights to flank him as they rode off into the forest. “Really, it could be worse.”

“It really couldn’t.” Merlin rode to his left, Percival to his right. For knights of his court, none of them except Leon seemed to be properly awake. Even Elyan who used to get up before the break of dawn to help his father was trying to not doze off. Arthur was frankly disappointed in them.

“It could be fun, Merlin,” Leon gave him a reassuring grin, reminding Arthur of a golden retriever. “If anything happens out here, we’ll be here to protect you.”

“It's more likely that Merlin would get himself into a spout of trouble. He’s a magnet for that sort of thing,” Arthur butted in, suddenly aware of how close Leon was to Merlin despite their protective formation. His knight looked bright and cheerful even when the sun barely broke the horizon. “Don’t worry, Merlin. We’ll be sure to save you from yourself,” Arthur added, playfully punched Merlin on the shoulder.

“Ouch, that hurt,” Merlin groaned, rubbing against the spot Arthur had hit.

“You’ll live,” Arthur hid the guilt that ran through his system well. “If you can’t take a punch then you won’t survive out here, you clotpole.”

“First you take my sleep then you take my insults, what next, my breakfast? Oh, wait,” Merlin snarked, holding the reins to his mare tightly. Arthur had made Merlin carry all of their supplies, his horse being the strongest and all. But the wizard didn’t know that. He just saw Arthur as dead from the head up inconsiderate.

“You haven’t had breakfast, Merlin?” Elyan asked in a concerned tone. When Merlin shook his head, Elyan quickly glared at the back of Arthur’s head. “We should catch something for you then. The rest of us had bread and cheese before departing,” Elyan informed, grabbing the box strapped to his back to notch an arrow and be on the lookout.

“He’ll be fine. Missing one meal won’t kill him,” Arthur brushed off Elyan’s concern. His knight was a much more skilled archer than he was. If he was to impress Merlin then he would need all the chances he could get. Perhaps taking his most skilled knights into the forest to hunt for sport was not the most brilliant idea.

But if it were only him and Merlin, then the wizard might have suspected something amiss. Arthur rarely went outside of the city outskirts unless it were for a diplomatic meeting. And he never hunted before day break. It was unsafe to do so alone. However, Arthur wanted all the time he needed to confess to Merlin. So, really, bringing the knights was the only smart choice.

Arthur was beginning to regret his intelligent decision.

The sun finally rose to signal that morning had truly arrived. And with it brought disappointment. They had spent the entirety of the morning running around like cocks with their heads chopped off. Not a single one of them could catch even the smallest of blue jays. No one had any luck.

Arthur even begged Merlin to cast a spell to make something fall at their feet but the wizard had refused because he found it too cruel. The king agreed but at the same time, they would be killing the creature for supper either way. Did it really matter, how?

According to Merlin, yes.

And that was how they ended up here at the river. Noon had just passed its peak and the soft morning sun was blistering with heat. Everyone was sweating in their armor and gear. Practically begging Arthur to stop for a dip. Pleading that they’ll try to catch some fish while they were at it.

Only Merlin sat fine as can be in his faded blue tunic and red handkerchief. The fabric so worn and loved, Arthur could only imagine how soft they were. Though, those two items seemed to be the only things in Merlin’s wardrobe. That and the inverted of the two, faded red tunics and blue handkerchiefs. The wizard’s sense of style was lacking to say the least.

“Do I have something on my face?”

“Besides arrogance? Not that I know of,” Arthur answered defensively, turning his back on Merlin for the second time that day. All the knights had piled their armour and clothes on the ground, running head first into the river. The wizard clearly didn’t want to be left out.

Arthur may join them in the water but there was no possible way he could compete with them. They were soldiers, training from morning till evening and then some more. Their bodies were muscular, hair greased and unruly, their scars gleamed in the sun. Arthur couldn’t help but stare at them, watching as droplets fell from their rippling chest. His face grew bright red, heat making him dizzy as he resisted the urge to look lower.

Merlin was having no such complications.

The wizard had just taken off his drawstring trousers. His boots laid next to the knight’s pile of clothes. The horses were tied to a nearby tree and happily grazing. Arthur noticed these simple things so as to not stare at Merlin’s figure. As much as he would like to make fun of Merlin, there was nothing to make a mockery of. For a simple servant, Merlin was quite fit.

“Come on, Arthur! The water is great,” Gwaine yelled from the river, splashing on shore where Arthur was still standing with his gear on. His back was to the group, but his knights knew damn well why he was not looking their way. They had found out about his little crush on Merlin after he had one too many tankards. And since then, they had not ceased in their teasing.

“There could be leeches in there for all you know,” Arthur replied, watching a family of birds high up on the tree branches.

“Leeches are harmless,” Merlin said in a cheerful tone. He could hear the man swimming and splashing behind him. “If you’re worried about the leeches’ well-being, Arthur, they’ll be fine. Missing one meal won’t kill them,” Merlin laughed in a way that made butterflies flutter in Arthur’s stomach.

“Ha, ha, very funny, Merlin.”

“The river feels wonderful,” Leon added as well, looking like a glowing greek god come alive. Sure, all of his knights were good looking, but he saw the way the soldier looked at Merlin. Just because Leon knew about his crush, doesn’t mean the man wasn’t willing to steal Merlin. The knight was so clearly flaunting his muscles, tousling his bright blonde hair with his veiny hand. “Why don’t you join us?”

“Please, Arthur?” Merlin pleaded, the sound going straight to Arthur’s heart and perhaps somewhere lower. “It will probably fix your sour mood.”

“I don’t think anything can fix that,” Percival said with a grin that took up the entirety of his face.

“I think only one thing could.” Arthur could feel Gwaine’s wink against the back of his head. He resisted the urge to gag in the back of his throat. If he loses to Gwaine, he’ll never forgive himself. Leon was worthy at the very least, Gwaine drank too much. To lose to a pig was an under disgrace.

“Fine!” Arthur yelled to his hunting party. He tugged off his gear, his tunic, and then eventually his trousers. It was all a very frantic dance to rid himself of layers, he felt like an utter git. “Are you happy now?” he turned to ask his party, preparing himself to jump into the river.

“No pants, my lord?” Elyan asked in what could pass as a concerned tone, but Arthur could hear the snicker in his voice.

“Well- Aren’t you all naked as well?” Arthur stuttered, flushed as red as the day he was born.

“Even I have my pants on,” Gwaine grinned widely, floating on his back to prove his point. The man was wearing white cotton pants with pink sewn hearts. It was quite comedic if not for the fact that Arthur was standing butt naked in front of the man of his affections.

Arthur quickly grabbed his pants and stepped into them before struggling to jump into the river. He failed to properly jump due to searing eyes on him and belly flopped into the water instead. “Gah!” Arthur cursed under his breath, surfacing with a grimace. “The water’s so cold.”

“There’s no need to feel ashamed, my lord. Performance issues are normal for someone your age.”

“Stress and lack of usage I hear are big factors in the issue,” Merlin added, grinning at Arthur playfully.

“Shut it, Merlin.”

“I think you might be scaring all the fish away, Arthur. You would think that little shrimp of yours would attract more of them.”

Having enough of their rude jests, Arthur pushed his hand through the water and splashed the nearest men. That only awarded him with six grown men thrown into a water battle. It wasn’t fair that Percival was large enough to create a tidal wave of a splash or that Merlin could use his magic to protect himself and attack the others. So when he had ran for his own horse to wade through the water, it was all within the rules.

“Cheater!”

“Traitor!”

Arthur only laughed out loud, “The horses want to be a part of the fun as well!” He had quickly grabbed ahold of his clothes and putting them on with one hand was proving to be more difficult than it seemed. “Catch me if you can-” A strong gust of wind appeared out of the blue and knocked Arthur right back into the water, his horse swimming to the other side.

“What were you saying about fun, Arthur?” Merlin looked down at him, those blue grey eyes staring right at his heart. “Are you willing to play fair, now?” Merlin said in a whisper of a voice.

Arthur parted his mouth to speak, but Merlin took his breath away. This was the moment to tell him. To confess how much he needed Merlin in his life, wanted the man without hesitation. He would never give away his kingdom, but for Merlin…. For Merlin he would consider it. A kingdom was not one without its kings.

He could not place the exact moment he fell in love with Merlin, but he had always loved the fool. “I l-”

His horse on the other side of the river nighed in warning, the steed whining in fear. Bucking up on high legs, Arthur had to hold onto Merlin’s arm to steady himself. There on the shore was a beast he had never seen before. A bear as large as a house stood on four reptilian feet, the fur of the thing made from pure glistening metal. The creature had three sets of violet eyes and radiated heat like a furnace.

Before any of them could react the bear opened its maw to reveal dozens of rows upon rows of teeth. They were sharpened to a point, serrated edges that tore through the horse with a rigid form of fiery. In the blink of an eye, the horse was gone.

“Get back on your horses!” Arthur ordered his men, back stroking onto shore for his sword. “Prepare yourself!” A breeze brushed against his back, goosebumps littering his pale skin. His men were behind him, but Merlin, the bastard that he was, was in front of him. “Merlin, get your ass back here!” he yelled, gripping his sword in hand, chest and clothes soaked through.

“He’s starving!” Merlin shouted back as if that explained everything. The brunette’s lips were tinted blue, his pale skin a purple bruise from their earlier rough water fight. He looked so small then.

“Get back here before I drag you by your ear. You are not to engage!” Arthur threatened, quickly looking out of the corner of his eye to make sure the rest of his knights were alright. They all stood prepared to give their lives for the block headed wizard. Swords at the ready, amour and gear laid askew on the floor, chest bare. Their lives for the thief that stole Arthur’s heart.

“Don’t attack!” Merlin yelled back, wading towards the bear with vigor. His chest heaved with each breath labored by fear. “The poor thing is starving,” Merlin repeated, holding his hands out in a reassuring gesture.

“Merlin,” Arthur warned in a hushed voice, afraid that if he spoke any louder the creature would feel threatened. “Get back here, it's not safe you, utter git,” he hissed between his teeth, eyes darting between the two beasts

“I’ll live,” Merlin called back, eyes glowing light amber and gold.

“That’s what I’m worried about,” Lancelot muttered under his breath.

Merlin’s lips twitched upwards at the comment, “Make sure Arthur behaves if I’m gone.”

The mere implication of such a thing had the king of Camelot rushing forward. Arthur would die before having to live a day without Merlin. He was seeing red as he waded through the water, pulling the wizard behind him. “Never!” Arthur yelled louder than intended, the creature whipping its head at them.

“You bloody-” Merlin’s curse was shortened by the blood curdling roar that erupted like a volcano from the beast. It reeled back onto its two high legs, claws as long as Arthur’s arms slashing forward. The underbelly of the thing was made from thick places interwoven, almost as if it knew that was where Arthur was planning to strike.

“Bold of you to assume death could get you out of this relationship,” Arthur quipped before diving underwater.

“Relationship? If you think you could confess to me and then go off to get yourself killed, then I’ll kill you myself.”

“Hey, lovebirds! Have your lover’s quarrel after you’re not in immediate danger,” Gwaine shouted, joining Arthur underwater.

“All of you are going on a fool’s errand,” Merlin said exasperated, climbing onto shore. Leon and Elyan pulled him up with their free hands, pushing him behind them the moment he was on his feet. He rolled his eyes at this, absolutely done with his hunting party. Turning on his heel, he found his horse with all of their supplies. “The bear hasn’t eaten in days, have you seen the state of this forest?” Merlin pulled out a small sack of fruits and bread he had nabbed from the kitchen before running to meet Arthur.

The remaining knights looked onto him in concern, none of them completely used to the words and voice Merlin used when practicing magic. It was a low hiss of words, his eyes illuminated by liquid sunlight. If he weren't on their side, they would be slightly fearful of the wizard. Especially when he made the small sack fly through the air like a canon smelling of freshly baked yeast.

The bear whined low in its throat, the sound like gravel being thrown by the handful at glass windows. It caught the flying sack in between its rows of teeth, tearing through the thing thread by thread like it had the horse. Arthur was within attacking distance when the beast unhinged its maw and let put the most rancid burp.

Arthur and Gwaine fainted where they once stood. The creature lumbered away like it hadn’t just killed a member of their cavalry and scared them lifeless. Merlin swam across the river without hindrance, slapping both Arthur and Gwaine across the face the moment he touched shore. “You two better have a pulse or I’m feeding you to the bear,” Merlin threatened, feeling at their necks and wrists.

“Please, mercy,” Gwaine groaned, “The thing smells like my grandfather’s cooking.”

Merlin chuckled despite himself, the sound causing Arthur to stir. “This wasn’t supposed to happen,” the king murmured more to himself than to the rest of the party.

“Really? I would have never guessed. I assumed you had planned this all out, being killed by a beastly bear included. Was that not a part of your little list of Hells for Merlin?”

“This was supposed to be a date,” Arthur said instead, struggling to sit up properly. The smell of the beast lingered and Arthur could have thrown up. “I was supposed to impress you and confess.”

“Well call me impressed,” Merlin brushed Arthur’s hair out of his hair. It was soft to the touch, even riding in a forest for the whole day couldn’t ruin it. “But I’m planning the next date.”

“Next date?”

“Oh no, no, no, a concussion isn’t getting you out of this relationship,” Merlin shook his head with a grin and a gleam in his eyes.

“I don’t have a con- Ow!” Merlin smacked him over the head. “That hurt!”

“Really? It felt like I was just hitting rocks.”

“You can’t say that to me, Merlin. I’m your boyfriend.”

Merlin couldn’t hide the blush on his face and to be honest, he didn’t want to. “I say that because you’re my boyfriend. It's said with endearment, dear.” Arthur grinned at the pet name, Merlin returning the smile as he pulled the king close. Pressing their lips together should have been done ages ago, it was breathtaking. Merlin tasted of faint crisp apples, Arthur of something utterly his own.

Arthur tasted of something delicious, Merlin decided. And he was starving.

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adventuresinwonderlust · 3 years

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Title: Intermingle: part 2

Pairing: dom! yoongi x inexperienced reader ft. Taehyung

Warnings: co-workers to lovers, angst, smut, public sex, dry humping, thigh riding, oral (f) receiving, oral (m) receiving, cum swallowing, fingering, daddy kink, fluff, teasing, protected/ unprotected sex (stay safe always)

Rating: 18 and over

“Fuck daddy yes. Please, just like that!” You yank at Yoongi’s hair, shamelessly grinding against his erection while he tugs and sucks on your nipples. He growls against your soft flesh, the sounds of you reaching your climax seemingly driving him wild. “God, I need you inside of me daddy, please!” You beg. He releases your nipple from his lips, looking up at you with lust in his eyes. He licks his lips, opening his mouth to speak. “Meow! Meow! Meow!” You look at him in confusion. “What?”

*Meow! Meooorrrrwww! *

You stretch your entire body, rolling over to see you have 15 minutes left on your alarm, too bad your cat hadn’t picked up on that notion. “No Frenchie! Go back to bed!” You grumble. She leaps up onto your bed now, kneading into your belly. You whine from under the covers. “I’m gonna give you away you pest.” You threaten, jumping up from the bed causing her to leap to the ground. You stamp into the kitchen and prep her breakfast. She happily noms away allowing you to pet her as she does. You head back to your room to turn off your alarm and get ready for a shower when an idea pops into your head. You grab you phone from the side table and sit down on your bed, removing your pajama top. You pull your hair forward, making sure to cover your breasts so just a bit of nipple shows through, and you snap a couple of selfies. You review them, choosing your favorite and send it to Yoongi with the caption ‘I woke up so wet thinking of you daddy.’ You sit for a moment, biting your lip, waiting for a response and then wonder to yourself if he would even be awake this early, seeing as how he is always late for work. With no response you hop in the shower, emerging fresh and clean. You dress in black dress pants, a white button-down shirt, and black cardigan, keeping it open instead of buttoned up. After applying some makeup and straightening your hair you head out the door. Your phone finally buzzes, and excitement fills your belly only to be crushed by a text from Becca, informing you she will be out the rest of the week. You frown and shove your phone in your bag.

A loud honk startles you, “Excuse me miss, I heard someone was in need of a cleanup crew?” You turn to the voice and smile wide at Yoongi driving slowly beside you as you walk. “Get in beautiful.” You wait for him to stop and hop in. “You missed more than a few buttons today.” He teases. “Oh shush.” He laughs leaning towards you to plant a soft kiss on your lips. “You didn’t answer my text!” You shove him away. “Of course, I did. Surprise!” He waves his hands in the air. “So, you came all the way over here, because of my photo?” You give him a suspicious look. He nods. “Uh, yeah, I did. Do you think I wake this early cause I like to? When I saw the picture, I had to make sure you hadn’t lost you mind completely after last night. Can’t have you revolting you know. First, it’s the shoulders, a little bit of thigh, and then it’s free the nipple.” You laugh out loud at his comment. “I love you,” You giggle, covering your mouth quickly, “I mean, like your humor. Not that I actually love you. It's just an expression that I use. I’m sorry, I’m over explaining.” He gives you a sly smile but says nothing. Your heart races in your chest and you begin to shake your leg nervously. “Wanna grab some coffee before we get to the office?” He asks, resting his hand gently on your shaking leg and giving it a comforting squeeze. You look at him and he winks at you. “Calm down kitten. Daddy’s got you.” You immediately stop shaking your leg, swallowing slowly. “Yeah, sure, coffee sounds nice.” He nods and focuses back on the road. You arrive at the office garage and your nerves kick in. “Maybe we should go up separately, so people don’t think anything.” Yoongi looks over at you puzzled. “What would people think? That one coworker gave another a ride to work?” “You know what I mean Yoongi.” “No, I don’t. Do you not want to be seen with me because that’s the vibe I’m getting?” You scoff at his accusation. “That’s not true.” “Good, so let’s get up there. I think this will be the first time I’m on time in like a year.”

You both arrive upstairs to find the boss standing by your desk. “Ah, Y/N, Yoongi! Good morning. Y/N, I need you to come with me and meet the new guy. He is just a temp tester we will have here until Rebecca comes back; he will be working on the other games we have launching. I’ll need you to show him the ropes, lend him your expertise, show him some of the cool things we’ve been working on with the new game. I’m counting on you.” You nod, following behind the boss to the conference room, Yoongi not far behind. “Taehyung, this is Y/N, and this is Yoongi, he’s in graphics. They are actually on a team together working on the new game.” Your face drops as Taehyung greets you with a smile. “What the fuck?” Yoongi whispers under his breath. “Hello, it’s nice to meet you both. I’m excited to help out.” “Taehyung here is my soon to be son in law.” You and Yoongi both look at each other and then to Taehyung. “Now I trust you will take good care of him Y/N. Yoongi, you can get to work. Have a good day everyone.” Your boss walks out, leaving the three of you to stare at one another. “Hello Jagi.” “Don’t call her that.” Yoongi all but growls. “Min Yoongi, right? Nice to see you again. I thought I heard him say you could get to work, no?” Taehyung smirks at Yoongi. You turn to face Yoongi, who is staring daggers into Taehyung. “Please, just go. Its ok. I’m fine.” He shrugs and pulls you towards him. Your body tenses. “You know I don’t trust that guy.” He whispers. “I know but let’s not draw unneeded attention to ourselves. You can trust me. Come on Yoongi, don’t tell me your jealous?” You giggle, trying to lighten the mood but soon stop once you notice Yoongi’s stern face. “You have absolutely no reason to be jealous Yoongi.” He nods, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Well, I’ll see you at lunch yeah?” He looks you over. “Uh, I don’t know. I have to train him and show him what Becca has been working on.” You tell him. “Yeah, and you have to eat.” Yoongi snaps. The jealousy in Yoongi causes you alarm, he always seems so confident, you couldn’t imagine him being threatened by another man. You give him a smile, hoping it will help him feel more comfortable. “Don’t smile at me like that. This isn’t a game. I’ll see you at lunch.” Yoongi declares, giving Taehyung a dirty look before walking off.

You turn to face Taehyung, “Did I hear that right? Did he say soon to be SON in law?” Taehyung nods. “So, all this time the woman you were fucking behind my back was my boss’ daughter?” “I didn’t know that then Jagi. I only just realized,” You laugh at his words, “You have to believe me.” He urges, moving towards you. “I don’t have to do anything.” “Tell me Jagi, is that Min Yoongi your boyfriend now?” “And if he is?” You cross your arms. “Has he told you then?” “Told me what?” “That he slept with my fiancé?” You heart drops to the pit of your stomach. “He mentioned that he had a one-night stand with the boss’ daughter.” “Yeah, well, imagine my surprise when she threw it my face that she too had an affair. We had a terrible fight, and she says to me that I’m not the only one with prospects. Then she gives me a name, Min Yoongi, and at first, I’m trying to figure out where I know the name from. Well, when it hit me, I was shocked to say the least Jagi.” “Hurts doesn’t it? Getting cheated on?” You spew. “It does. What hurts more though is doubting whether the child your fiancé is carrying is yours. Tell me Jagi, how well do you really know him? I told you I had a bad feeling about him. You shouldn’t trust him.” Tears burn at the back of your eyes and you begin to stutter. “No, you're wrong. It’s your baby.” You say shakily. Taehyung says nothing, instead just shrugs, seemingly unbothered. “Excuse me. I have to go to the restroom.” You run out of the conference room and straight to the bathroom. Once locked in you begin to quietly sob. Surely Yoongi would’ve mentioned impregnating some girl, wouldn’t he? You keep your hand over your mouth to hold back your cries. You soon gather yourself, checking your makeup in the mirror. “I won’t let him do this to me. Not anymore.” You say to yourself in the mirror. You escape the restroom and head to your desk to find Taehyung already seated at Rebecca’s desk. “I didn't mean to upset you. Look, he doesn’t know about us, my father-in-law I mean. I’d like to keep it that way.” You nod. “Sure. I'll keep my mouth shut if you keep yours shut, about Yoongi and I.” He eyes you suspiciously. “So, he is your boyfriend?” “I never said that. Now, Let’s focus on your training.” You clear your throat and turn to your computer, an alert popping up on the screen.

Minyoon93: How’s it going? I figure we go out for lunch today. BBQ place? I'll grill you a nice steak.

You sniffle a bit reading Yoongi's message. Your heart pounding thinking of what Taehyung alleged. “I could definitely go for some BBQ.” Taehyung says, reading over your shoulder. You close the window off. “What are you doing? You are not coming to lunch with us. Go back to your station.” You suck your teeth at him. “Oh, Jagi but I am, you didn’t think I took this position because of you, did you? No, it’s because I intend to make Min Yoongi’s life a living hell. I’m going to make things so bad for him, he won’t make it to launch. So,” He leans in close, hate in his eyes, “write him back and tell him you’d love to join him for lunch. Let’s say around noon.” He smiles, moving back towards Rebecca’s desk. “And if I don’t?” He snorts at your attempt to boldness. “Then I tell your boss all about you and Yoongi and we both know how bad he’s been itching to fire his ass.” “Who are you Kim Taehyung? I feel like I never knew you at all.” Taehyung gives you a thin smile. “I’m sorry Jagi. I wish you weren’t involved but since you are all I can ask is that you stay out of my way.” You immediately feel sick to your stomach, had you truly not known Taehyung at all? You needed to warn Yoongi without potentially ruining his position here at work.

Noon rolls around and Yoongi arrives promptly to pick you up. “Lunch time already? Time flies when you have an amazing teacher training you all day.” Taehyung stretches, smiling brightly at Yoongi. “Sorry friend, you're not invited.” He informs Taehyung, reaching out his hand for you to grab. “Oh, Jagi invited me. Didn't want me to feel left out. This wasn't a date was it?” He chuckles. Yoongi shoots you an annoyed look and starts for the elevator without you. You roll your eyes at Taehyung who wiggles his brows at you, following you to the elevator. “BBQ, right?” Taehyung asks. No one responds but you watch as Yoongi white knuckles the grab bar in the elevator. You all exit, you and Yoongi walking ahead. “It's not what you think, he’s got this vendetta against you. We need to find time to talk alone.” You whisper to Yoongi. “You ruined any chance of that by inviting him.” Yoongi whispers back. “Secrets?” Taehyung asks, shoving between the two of you. “Just asking Yoongi if he's finished with my notes on the new levels.” You offer. Taehyung nods, opening the door to the restaurant. “So, how long have you two been dating?” Taehyung asks once you've been seated. Yoongi chuckles, clearly pissed off. “We aren't dating.” You cut in, getting a look of disdain from Yoongi. You realize your mistaken and go to reach for his hand, but he pulls it under the table. “How long are you temping for?” Yoongi asks Taehyung. “Through launch. Rebecca being out throws a wrench in things for my father-in-law, so I was asked to help out.” “I didn't know you gamed. You look like one of those stock guys.” Taehyung laughs at Yoongi’s assumption. “Yeah, I get that a lot. You, on the other hand, look like a gamer. Shaggy hair, rocker clothes, you look like you don't really put much effort into anything but sleeping and gaming. I, on the other hand, love gaming, gaming is how I met Y/N. I guess we have that in common.” “We do have that in common. Although don't let my look fool you. I put all my effort into everything I do. Right kitten?” You look up at Yoongi and can feel your face turn red. You clear your throat and begin to stutter. You tuck your hair behind your ear, happy to see the waitress arrive. Taehyung does the honor of ordering, while Yoongi starts the grill. “So, tell me friend, what's the real reason you took this position? I know it isn't because you wanted to be helpful to your father-in-law.” Yoongi leans back in his seat.

Taehyung gives Yoongi a wide smile. “You’re right. I could care less about this stupid launch. I'm here because of you.” Yoongi scoffs, “Because of me? And why exactly is that?” “Did you know?” Yoongi's brow furrows and he can't help but stifle a chuckle. “Know what exactly?” “Did you know she was pregnant when you fucked her?” Your eyes shoot open as Taehyung stares pure hatred at Yoongi. You look between both men, waiting nervously for an answer. Yoongi sighs, crossing his arms, looking over to you then back to Taehyung. “Yes.” He says plainly. You gag on your own saliva, covering your gasp with your hand. “You fucking asshole!” Taehyung jumps over the table to grab at Yoongi. You shout as he knocks over the beverages. Yoongi shoves Taehyung back into his seat. “She knew you were cheating,” Yoongi shouts, “She slept me with to get back at you.” “I should kill you.” Taehyung seethes. “Yoongi, how could you? She was pregnant with another man's child.” You whimper, tears forming. “She wasn't far along and anyway she told me after we were done. Look, I never said I was Saint ok. I didn't know Taehyung was her fiancé or your ex. I don't owe any of you anything.” You let a tear fall. “You're right. You don't owe me anything.” “I told you he was no good Jagi.” Taehyung comforts you by taking your hand. “That's rich coming from the cheating ex.” “You may not owe her anything Yoongi, but you owe me everything and everything I will have. It's going to bring me such pleasure watching you lose it all. Come Jagi, let’s get out of here.” You stand with Taehyung, Yoongi jumping up. “You’re not leaving with him, Y/N.” “Will you stop her? Please, I dare you to try.” Taehyung taunts. “I don't owe you anything Yoongi.” You spat, leaving the restaurant with Taehyung, not looking back when you hear a fist collide with a wall.

You hadn't bothered to talk to Taehyung since lunch and he didn't bother you, instead working quietly at Rebecca’s desk. You hadn't noticed either, if Yoongi walked in, too immersed in your levels to pay attention, your heart still breaking over his words at lunch. ‘I don't owe any of you anything.’ Sure, you guys weren't anything official, but his lack of empathy was what truly hurt you. How could he be so cold?

Minyoon93: We need to talk kitten. Please.

You look over your shoulder to find Taehyung focused on his computer screen, happy your headphones were on to keep the alert from sounding out loud in the small space you both shared.

Y/L/N/Birth year: I’m not interested honestly, besides what happened to not owing anyone anything?

Minyoon93: I felt cornered, I’m sorry, please, please let's talk.

Y/L/N/Birth year: I can't right now but I’ll stop by later with my notes.

Minyoon93: I'll be waiting.

“Jagi.” Taehyung's voice causes you to jump. “What?” You spin around after closing the chat window quickly. “I'm done with these levels you gave me if you want me to move on I can.” You simply nod, having gave Taehyung other games to work on. “Hey,” He rolls towards you, “I'm sorry about lunch. I know you liked that guy but it's better to find out early that he's a scum bag. Just between us, you didn't sleep with him, did you?” “That's none of your business. Just focus on your work.” You snap. Taehyung smirks at you causing your blood to boil, knowing he knows the answer to his question simply from your body language. After all these years he could still read you like a book. “I’m glad Jagi. He doesn’t deserve to know you intimately.” You snarl at him with anger in your eyes. “I never said we weren’t intimate. We just haven’t slept together. Did you think you’d be the only man in my life forever Kim Taehyung?” You stand grabbing your notes from your desk. “I’m going to drop these off. I’ll be back.” Taehyung stands with you. “I’ll come along.” He offers. “No! Thank you.” You throw your hand up causing him to take his seat. You release a proud huff and walk off towards Yoongi’s desk. You stand behind him for a moment and chuckle to yourself as you watch his leg shake frantically whilst he chews at his fingernails. “Nervous?” You whisper. He looks over towards you, dropping his hand from his mouth, and standing. He goes to reach for you but stops himself, looking around instead. “I’m sorry about lunch. I shouldn’t have said what I said. You deserve an explanation. I don’t want us to start things off on a bad foundation. I’m not a bad guy. If you just give me a chance to show you.” You lift your hand, pressing a finger to his lips to quiet him. “Now isn’t a good time for this. There’s too much going on and too many people around. Let’s talk later. You can drive me home.” He nods at you, pressing his lips into your finger. You hand him your notepad. “Levels 11 through 20 are done.” You say with a large grin. “You’re awesome. I’ll go over these now.” He takes the notepad and drops it on his desk. You turn to walk off but Yoongi grabs your hand, tugging you back. “No one's looking, kiss me, please. I want to feel your lips against mine.” You feel your face flush, darting your head around to see if indeed no one was looking. “I’m still mad at you.” You whisper, leaning towards him. “I know kitten, I know.” You gently press your lips to his, instantly swept up in his commanding mouth. You moan softly causing him to bite on your lip as you part. “I have to go. We’ll talk later.” You lick your lips, walking off.

At 5pm Yoongi arrives at your desk with notes in hand, “All done.” You look up at him with a small grin. “Wow. That was fast! I think one quick look at everything, and we may be ready to present to the boss for review week.” Yoongi nods, looking over at Taehyung who is clearly immersed in your conversation. “You guys make a great team!” Taehyung chimes in after a moment of silence. “Yeah well, it's time to go so, are you ready?” Yoongi asks you cautiously, side eyeing Taehyung. You nod, straightening out your desk before standing to leave. “Have a goodnight you two.” Taehyung smiles, waving you both off. You both get into the elevator and you can feel the tension building between you and Yoongi. “That was odd, no?” You ask. “It was. I don’t trust him. He’s up to something. I don’t think we should touch or talk much until we are out of the building.” Yoongi whispers. You nod, following behind him to his car. You both sit in silence for a while as he drives you home. “So, you wanted the chance to explain yourself.” You start. Yoongi sighs. “What I did with Taehyung’s fiancé, that was stupid. I truly had no clue who she was to him or you or any of this. She was beautiful and she flirted with me. I had already taken her to my place when she told me she had a boyfriend. I wanted to stop everything right then and there, but she was adamant about getting him back for cheating on her. She said she found things in his phone and she was really hurt. I guess I felt bad which is horrible to say and so I slept with her. It was after we, well you know, that she told me she was pregnant. She was only a few weeks then. She had just found out, she was emotional, embarrassed. I was so angry at her for not telling me before, not truly giving me an opportunity to say no in the matter. She said she knew I wouldn’t sleep with her if I knew. Look, I’m sorry. I get it if you don’t want to continue to see me or whatever. Just know my feelings for you haven’t changed.” You swallow hard, thinking about everything he just said. You wanted to be mad, hell you couldn’t help the fact that you were jealous, but in this moment, you could tell he was being honest, and you wanted nothing more than to forgive him. However, you had questions, so many questions. “You can ask me whatever you want kitten. I’m an open book for you.” He replies as if reading your mind. “Did you use protection?” He smirks at the question. “Of course, I did. I always use protection.” You nod. “Did you like it?” You immediately slap your forehead the minute the question leaves your mouth. He full on laughs now. “It's ok, don’t be embarrassed. Its normal to feel jealous. I’d be lying if I said Taehyung being around didn’t make me jealous.” You look over at him in confusion. “Really?” “Hell yeah really. He’s extremely handsome, and he’s literally the only man to have made love to you. Of course, I’m jealous.” You smile to yourself. “You don’t need to be jealous. I think your handsome, sexy even.” He smirks. “Thank you, kitten. To answer your question, full disclosure, yes, I enjoyed it but what man doesn’t really enjoy sleeping with a beautiful girl? Besides, it’s not how I enjoy being with you. It's different being with you. You make me feel like I can love again you know. Like there is more out there for me. Anyway, you don’t have to be jealous of anyone from my past. None of that matters for me. All I can think about is you, us.”

He pulls into your parking garage and parks, looking over at you. “Any other questions? Anything you want to just know?” “Do you want to come up? We can make up.” You lick your lips suggestively with a shrug. He chuckles, pressing his folded hands into his crotch. “I do but I won’t. Not yet kitten. It's not right just yet.” You reach your hand over, under his linked fingers, and palm his growing erection. He groans quietly and you feel your pussy moisten. “I want to make you feel good. What’s not right about that? I want to suck your cock daddy, please.” He sucks in a breath at your brazen comment. “Damn kitten, you shouldn’t tease me like that.” “I’m not teasing. God you don’t know how often I dream about you; how bad I want you? Do you wanna know what I dreamt about just last night?” You whisper, cupping Yoongi’s balls and giving them a good squeeze. You lean in and kiss his open pout softly, “Do you want me to show you daddy?” You moan into his mouth. He raises his hand into your hair and grips tightly, shoving his tongue into your mouth. You mewl at his desperation, reaching to undo his belt. He stops you, causing you to whimper. “Not yet baby but soon I promise. I want all of you, but it has to be right. When you’re ready to be mine completely.” You sit back in your seat and pout. “Don’t do that baby. You know how I find it irresistible.” He leans over and kisses you again, the same thought passing through your head; Be BRAVE.

You spring forward, sure not to break the kiss, climbing over the gear shift and into Yoongi’s lap. He moans as you dig your hands into his hair, tugging on his soft shaggy locks. He grips your waist tightly, dragging you along his erection. “This time we’re both gonna cum.” You tease, catching his bottom lip in your teeth and tugging. He groans at your sudden rough behavior, even you are surprised at yourself, but you needed him so badly. The thought of him leaving right now, jealously over another woman, and all the stress of having Taehyung around was slowly building up inside you and all you wanted was this man and the sweet release you knew he could bring you. You grind down shamelessly over and over in his lap, moaning out like a true kitten in heat. You feel yourself moisten under his heated gaze, his cheeks flushed, his hands only gripping tighter and tighter on your hips. “You need to know now; I’m not going to cum Kitten.” He pants. You smirk, unbuttoning your shirt to reveal your sheer bra. He looks over your breast, licking his lips at the sight of your hardened nipples pressing against their soft barrier. “You sure about that daddy?” You mewl, releasing one of your tits, tugging and twirling your bud in your hand. “Fuck.” He whispers, tossing his head back against the headrest. You feel his cock twitch beneath you and it only motivates you to grind harder against him. “You’re going to cum!” You almost threaten. He gives you a slick smile, leaning forward to plant kisses along your neck. Once he reaches your ear, he whispers softly to you, “Don’t test me kitten. You’re not in charge here.” You whimper at the feel of him bite down on your earlobe, slowly making his way back down your neck, collar bone, and to your exposed breast. He bites the bare flesh hard causing you to cry out. He soon suckles at the spot, creating a dark purple mark. “Yoongiiii, don’t.” You pout. “Mm, but you look so sexy with my mark on you. I’m going to have so much fun leaving marks all over you.” He teases, licking at your nipple through hooded eye lids. You groan at the sight, gasping at the feel of Yoongi shifting below you to press his thigh between your legs. “How about instead of stopping this all together, daddy lets you fuck yourself on his thigh? Let me see your gorgeous fucked out face.” He pants from between your cleavage, slowly rubbing his button nose between your mounds.

You lean back slightly, shoving your breast further into his face, feeling safe wrapped in his arms as you grind against his clenched thigh. Your clit burns with need as you press her firmly against him, grinding unabashedly once again. He soon begins panting with you, watching you closely as you bring yourself closer and closer to climax. Your core soon burns with your impending orgasm. You rock harder against him, feeling the car shake with your every motion. You notice the windows have fogged over, your belly tightening and your skin goosing. “That’s it baby, cum for daddy.” You throw your head back, hit with the hot waves of your climax. Your cunt trembles with every gasp and you can feel you’ve soaked through your dress pants. You slowly stop your movements and lower your head to meet Yoongi’s gaze. “You. Are. So. Fucking. Beautiful.” He declares, taking you by the mouth into a powerful kiss. “I want more. I want you.” You whisper into his mouth, tugging at his belt. He smirks. “Soon kitten. Very soon. I promise.” He kisses you on the cheek softly when a hard knock on the window causes you both to jump. You yank your shirt closed, leaping towards the passenger seat. “It’s ok kitten. Calm down.” You nod, frantically buttoning your shirt. Yoongi rolls down the window to find the parking attendant standing beside him. “Sir, do you live here?” “Uh, no, I was just dropping off my girlfriend who does live here.” “Alright well, there’s no loitering. So, I have to ask you to leave.” Yoongi nods, hitting the button to pull the window back up. “Girlfriend huh?” You smile. “Didn’t know what else to say. No pressure. I should get going though. I can pick you up in the morning. We can drive in to work together.” “I’d like that.” You nod, leaning over to kiss him again. “I’ll see you in the morning.” You go to leave but turn to Yoongi again. “We have to be careful at work. I’m afraid for you, for us. Taehyung isn’t going to let things go quietly. We should try to keep the peace.” He nods. “I know baby and I agree but let’s not worry about that. Let’s just get through this launch and soon he will be out of our hair. It's going to be ok. I promise.” You nod at Yoongi’s confidence, leaning in to kiss him goodbye once more. He rubs his fingers along your cheek gently and you exit the car and head up to your apartment.

The following morning, you’re beaming as you head downstairs to meet Yoongi. He’s parked out front, patiently waiting for you. “Morning.” You greet, hopping into the car. “Morning kitten!” He beams, leaning over to kiss you. He points to the cup holders between you and you smile wide at the sight of fresh coffee. “You’re too sweet but I think it was my turn to get the coffee this morning.” He shakes his head. “I'll never let you pay for anything again.” You blush a bit at his comment, hiding behind your coffee cup as you sip. “You look great by the way.” You take note of his dangling earrings, ripped blue jeans, black button down, and red and black bomber. He looks down at himself and shrugs. “You look better baby. God, I love those fucking cardigans.” You roll your eyes at him, yanking at the collar of your bright yellow buttoned up cardigan to reveal you’re not wearing a shirt underneath. He sucks in a breath before licking his lips. “Every day is a surprise with you Kitten. I gotta say I am enjoying discovering all your pretty layers. Never a dull moment.” You giggle now. “So, how was your evening? You know after you left me?” He smiles wide at your question, revealing his gums. “Didn't I tell you if you want to ask me something, you’re just going to have to come right out and ask it?” He gives you a sinful smile now. You feel your cheeks flush and you shrug. “Say what you need to say kitten.” You take a deep breath and release a slow sigh. “Did you make yourself cum thinking of me last night?” You whisper. “Did you want me to?” “You can't answer my question with a question.” You whine. He looks you over and you do your best to avoid eye contact. He grabs your chin now, forcing you to make eye contact with him. “I didn't,” He smirks, leaning to whisper in your ear, “I'm saving it all for your greedy cunt.” He straightens up, checking his mirrors before driving while you sit in shock, your pussy tightening with need. You begin to stutter but can't find the words. “Let's get going before we end up being late.” You swallow hard and just nod, collecting your thoughts. “We should maybe do something this weekend. I mean, outside the office, like normal people.” You clear your throat, nervously awaiting his response. “So, like a date?” He looks at you briefly, to wink and then back at the road. “Yeah, like a date. You can meet my cat.” “Oh, I’ve met your cat baby.” You suck your teeth, swatting at his arm, soliciting a cute chuckle from him. “I’m kidding baby, of course we can do something this weekend. Anything you want.” “Good, I’ll look into some things and let you know over lunch.” “You got it kitten.”

“Good morning you two.” Taehyung greets from Rebecca’s desk as you both approach. “I’ll see you at noon.” Yoongi whispers, tugging at your pinky before walking off to his desk. “Morning Tae. How was your evening?” You inquire, taking your seat. “Informative and yours?” You look at him now with suspicion in your eyes. “What’s going on Taehyung? You’ve been, I don’t know, too nice.” He purses his lips slightly and shrugs. “I don’t know what you mean Jagi. I’m sorry you feel that way.” “Don't bullshit me ok! You came in all guns blazing about how you were going to ruin Yoongi’s life and now suddenly, its great teamwork and good mornings? What's going on?” He chuckles and shakes his head. “You really need to calm down Jagi. You’re too wound up. I don’t ever recall you being this way when we were together.” He runs his fingers down your arm and you quickly swat his hand away. “Don't touch me.” He nods. “We should get to work. Lot’s to do today.” He turns to his computer, covering his ears with his headphones.

Y/L/N/Birth year: Taehyung is definitely up to something. In other news, I looked up and reserved a slot for us at the art museum. Not sure if you're into that stuff but I figure it would be fun. Saturday at noon, I know you're not an early bird. Let me know what you think.

Minyoon93: Hold onto your seat Kitten cause I have a huge surprise for you...I love art!! Ha-ha, I can't wait to spend the day with you. Sounds great to me! In other news (imagining your cute voice saying this), don’t stress the ex!! We can worry about him another time. He isn't significant. Lunch on me today. ;-*

Your heart beamed reading Yoongi’s message and you tried to remember the last time it was that you felt this enamored with someone. “Jagi,” Taehyung’s voice crawled up your spine like a snake, “I am all done with these levels also. What would you like me to start on next?” You turn to him and rummage through the items on Rebecca’s desk. “Peter is the graphics guy working with Rebecca on these levels, you can walk over your notes to him and then start on this next.” You hand him another thumb drive with a different game. He nods with a smile. “Is it ok to wait till the end of the day to drop it off? I want to give everything to him all at once.” “Sure. Whatever you’d like.” You smile and turn back to your desk, unable to shake the nagging feeling that something is wrong.

At just about 10am, you receive an email from the boss about a ‘Launch Team Lunch’ at noon. “There go my lunch plans.” You whisper to yourself. At just before noon, you make your way to the conference room, where there is a huge spread of sushi and salad for the team. “Hey there gorgeous.” Yoongi whispers in your ear. You turn to face him, and he winks at you. “Guess we will have to settle for seeing each other after work.” You whisper to him. He nods, grabbing some food and following you to the table to sit down. Your boss soon enters. “Welcome team! I am happy to announce that many of you have finished the levels that you have been working on and I am beyond proud of the work we have all come together to accomplish. With that being said, please take this lunch as just a token of my appreciation. Monday is final review, Wednesday is submission day, and Friday will be a fabulous launch party. Everyone is invited!” Everyone in the conference room erupts into applause at the news. “I am very excited to get this game out to the public and the higher ups are excited to close this deal! Y/N! Yoongi! Amazing teamwork, you two were the first two to get everything done so I am most proud of the two of you. I expected nothing less. Yoongi, please stay after work today for your annual review. That’s all people, enjoy lunch and let's get this game to launch!” Everyone claps again as the boss exits the room. “Should I be concerned about this review?” You lean over and ask Yoongi. He shakes his head, shoving a roll in his mouth. “Same thing every year. Work on your lateness, be more respectful of your workplace, keep up the good work. Its fine kitten. Don’t worry.” He swallows with a nod. You nod with him but again can't shake this feeling. “How will you get home?” He breaks through your thoughts, wiping his mouth. You chuckle, “Uh, public transportation, same way I did before you started driving me.” “Alright, well, I’ll call you later after I’m done here and pick you up tomorrow for our date.” “Sounds like a plan.” “Wanna sneak out? Go to my car? We have some time left and I can go for some dessert.” He licks his lips, looking up at you from under his bangs. “What are you thinking? The coffee shop.” You say brightly, sitting up. He smiles at you and shakes his head. “Come. Let’s go.” He gets up and walks out, you following behind him. You both move quickly out of the office and to the elevators, making your way through the garage to Yoongi’s car. You walk over to passenger side and furrow your brow at Yoongi who makes his way behind you. “What are you doing?” He raises his eyebrows, opening the back door and taking you by the hand to lead you to the back seat. You can’t help but laugh as he helps you take a seat, looking around before he climbs in beside you. “Yoongi, what are we doing? I thought you wanted to grab dessert.” He tilts his head at you as realization crosses your face. “Lie back baby.” He whispers. You slide back slightly and lie across the back seat. Yoongi looks over your body, turning to lean on his knees, grabbing your right leg and crossing it to the other side of his body. “Yoongi.” You swallow hard, feeling yourself clench around nothing. “Shh, I got you baby.” He says, gripping your thigh to pull your body down towards his. You squeal a bit as he covers your body with his, wrapping his lips around yours.

You moan wrapping your arms around his neck while shoving your tongue in his mouth. He slides his hand up and gently squeezes your breast before making his way back down your body, his hands playfully exploring your body, landing on the button of your dress pants. He unbuttons them with ease, tugging down the zipper, and pushing his hand into them to squeeze your thick mound. You groan, thrusting forward, desperate for friction. He soon lifts his hand up slightly to tuck his hand into your panties, gliding his middle finger along your slit. “Damn kitten. I haven’t even touched you yet and already you’re soaked.” He licks at your earlobe. “God, you don’t know how bad I want you.” You tremble under his touch. He chuckles against your ear, making his way to your neck, using his slender fingers to part your lips to coat his tips in your arousal. He pulls his fingers from your pants and shoves them in his mouth. “Delicious.” He pants, lifting off you to tug your pants and panties off. You gasp at the cold seat touching your ass. He continues to yank until the garments are off completely, sinking between your legs. “Oh, fuck, Yoongi! People will see us.” You try lifting your head until you feel Yoongi glide his tongue through your slit. “Oh fuck!” You cry out. Yoongi grips your thighs, latching on to your needy clit and slurping luridly on it. You cry out curses amazed at how quickly you can foresee this ending. He soon wiggles his head, using his nose to dig deeper into your cunt. You moan and groan as he bobs his head up and down your inner and outer folds, nibbling and suckling until he finds your entrance.

Your back arches as he growls, quickly entering you with his tongue, fucking you with rapid thrusts. You slowly begin to grind against his face, spreading your legs wide with the desperate need to have your clit massaged. Yoongi picks up on your cues and begins to suck your labia into his mouth, slowly making his way back up to your swollen bud. He looks up at you as he wraps his mouth around your clit again. You cry out under his gaze, the sweet feeling of figure eights activating all your nerve ending. He pants against your sex switching now between figure eights and suckling, sending your senses to over drive as you feel your walls clench and your belly tighten. “I’m gonna cum soon daddy. It feels so fucking good.” He smirks against your pussy, bringing a hand over to slowly dip his first two fingers in and out of your entrance while still servicing your clit. Your thighs begin to shake with the feeling of that coil deep inside you twisting tightly. “Daddy.” You pant over and over, your eyes rolling back when you feel him enter you fully with his fingers, curling them to meet your g-spot. Your coil soon shatters, a scream escaping your throat, your body trembling uncontrollably with the most intense orgasm coursing through you. Yoongi continues to rub and kiss your cunt until your body stops trembling, only lifting his head when you’ve seemed to calm. “How’s that for more?” He smiles, licking your arousal from his face. “That was amazing.” You lull, giggling with your hands over your face. He grabs your pants and assist you in putting them on in the tight space. You soon lean over to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips.

“When do I get to repay the favor?” You ask, reaching down between his thighs. He catches your hand and brings it to his lips for a kiss. “Soon baby.” He says, looking to his watch. “Why won't you let me do anything to you?” He looks at you confused. “You do so much to me baby.” “I mean fuck you. Suck you off. Jerk you off anything.” He laughs wide, his face dropping when he realizes you’re not joking around. “Oh kitten, come on. I just want to enjoy you. Besides, why do we need to rush? You really do, do so much to me and for me that’s enough.” You scoff. Exiting the car. Yoongi soon follows behind you. “Kitten, please, don’t be upset.” “You don’t want me to touch you. Why?” You poke his chest now. “I do, believe me I do. I want all of you. Do you think I don’t want to be inside of you already? I just want it to be right.” “You’re hiding something, and I am sick to death of people hiding things from me.” You start to stomp off, stopping for a minute when you hear something clatter in the distance. “What was that?” You whisper. “What,” Yoongi asks, looking around, “I didn’t hear anything.” You roll your eyes and continue to the elevators. “Kitten, I promise, it’s not what you think. Please, trust me ok. I would never hurt you or hide anything from you on purpose.” You shrug and look him over. “Whatever.” He sighs, pinching his nose as the elevator doors open and you both enter. He swallows hard, looking up at the cameras, “I promise kitten. It's nothing bad. I really like you. Please, don’t be upset with me. Say you’re not mad or else I’m going to kiss you right here and now in this elevator and I don’t care who sees.” You look at him with narrowed eyes. He lifts his head to the cameras again then to you, raising his brows. You sigh. “That’s blackmail you know.” He shrugs. “Fine. I’m not mad. I do trust you. It's just…waiting sucks.” He nods and smiles just as the elevator opens on your floor. “The wait is almost over. I’ll call you tonight kitten.” You nod at him, heading to your desk.

You sigh to yourself, noticing Taehyung missing from his desk, wondering if he is in the conference room grabbing food for himself. You look over your cubicle to see if you catch a glimpse of him down the hall. “What are we looking for?” His voice creeps from behind you. You yelp at his unexpected pop up. “Where were you?” You question, holding your chest. “Grabbing lunch.” He smiles, holding up a delivery bag. He walks past you and plops down in Rebecca’s seat, unloading his lunch. You eye him suspiciously before taking your own seat and continuing your last minute projects.

Minyoon93: Get home safe Kitten.

Y/L/N/Birth year: You too. Can’t wait to have naughty phone sex later. LOL.

Minyoon93: O_O I’ll be sure to make this thing brief.

You log off soon after and head home. By 7:30pm you’ve showered, ate, fed Frenchie, and are on your bed waiting for Yoongi’s call.

*8:00pm*

*8:45pm*

*10:20pm*

“Alright, what the hell?” You mumble, picking up the phone and calling Yoongi instead. It rings and ring until, “You have reached the voice-mail box of Min Yoongi…” *BEEP* “Hey its me. Um, I guess your meeting ran late or something and I’m sure you’re exhausted. Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow morning. I guess around 10ish. We can grab coffee. My treat! Um, have a goodnight and I’ll see you tomorrow. Oh, sorry, I said that already. Hope you’re OK. I’m sure you are. OK. Goodnight. Bye.” You sigh deeply, hanging up the phone, lying back in bed with a heavy feeling in your chest. Would he really not call if he said he was going to? Oh well, he would surely explain in the morning.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP *

You rise early to get in a shower and get pretty for your first date in forever. After checking your phone, you see no missed calls but either way its no big deal to you. By 10am, with no call or sign of Yoongi you decide to call again. “You have reached the voice-mail box of Min Yoongi….” *BEEP* “Hey sleepy head! I hope you set an alarm. I don’t want to miss our time slot so I think I’ll just head over to the museum and just meet you there. When you get this just go straight to the museum. See you soon. Bye.”

11:45am and still no sign of Yoongi, you clear your throat of the giant lump forming as you make one final attempt at reaching out. “You have reached the voice-mail box of Min Yoongi…” *BEEP* “You know if you didn’t want to come on the date you could’ve just told me instead of standing me up. Anyway, sorry to, I don’t know why I’m apologizing. Goodbye Yoongi.” You hang up and walk up to a couple making their way towards the entrance. “Excuse me! Did you guys get tickets yet?” “Not yet.” The young lady says. “Well, you’re in luck. I won’t make it in. Enjoy.” You hand over your tickets and smile wide as they thank you and walk off.

*Mreooowwwwww*

Frenchie greets you as you walk through your front door, tears streaming down your face. You plop down on your couch unable to stop the sobs that escape your throat. Frenchie hops up on the couch beside you, rubbing her body against your side to comfort you. Soon your phone buzzes and you shoot forward, yanking it out of your pocket. You suck your teeth as it lights up with the name Kim Taehyung. “What do you want?” You seethe into the phone. “Hello to you too! I just wanted to check in and see if you wanted to grab lunch.” You rub fresh tears from your eyes, silent on your end. “Jagi? You there?” “Where’s your wife?” You hear Taehyung chuckle. “Fiancé and she is at her parents' home. I told you we fought. She’s been taking time away. Anyway, it's just a lunch among friends. What do you say?” “I’m not in the mood but thank you.” *MREOOWWW* “Is that Frenchie? I’d love to see her. I could come by, bring mandu. What do you say?” You take a deep breath, mulling the idea over in your head. “I don’t know. I don’t think it’s a good idea.” “Oh, come on. What do you have other plans? I’ll be by in about an hour. See you soon Jagi!” He hangs up before you can continue to protest.

In exactly one hour, he arrives with food in hand. “Hi Jagi. You look nice. Did you go out?” He observes you in one glance as he enters. “I went for a walk this morning.” He drops the bag on the table and slides out of his coat, looking around the apartment, his eyes lighting up when he sees Frenchie hop up on the counter. “Hello my love.” He mews, walking over to her. Her eyes shrink as she hops on her hind legs, front paws in the air.... *HISSSSSSSSS*…. She drops down to the ground and scurries off to your bedroom. “What on earth was that?” He looks over at your bedroom in confusion. “You know she's temperamental. Besides, it's been a while since she last saw you. Just come eat.” You grumble, already helping yourself to a mouthful. Taehyung takes a seat across from you and reaches down to grab your foot from the ground. You flinch instinctively but he holds on tightly, slowly beginning to rub your foot. “Don't,” You whine, “It's inappropriate.” “Because of Yoongi?” He asks causing your heart to jump at the sound of Yoongi’s name. “Because of your soon to be wife!” You shout, yanking your foot from his grasp. “Its never stopped us before.” He smirks suggestively. You scoff, sitting up straighter in your seat. “What happened to wanting to do right by her?” He shakes his head. “You really know how to ruin a moment.” He says, focusing on his plate. You stand and head into the kitchen to grab water, taking a moment to calm your nerves, when you feel Taehyung press his chest against your back. He nuzzles into your hair, running his hand down your arm, slowly trailing kisses down your neck. You release a low sigh, exposing more of your neck for him, losing yourself in the moment. “Yoongi.” You whisper, feeling Taehyung’s body stiffen, his kisses stopping. He spins you to face him and you swallow hard reality hitting you. “He’s never going to touch you again Jagi. Not while I’m around. He doesn’t know you like I do. You’re caught under his spell, his ridiculous charm, but it’s all a façade. Let me show you that I can be all you want and need.” He kisses your lips softly, moving to your earlobe and placing a soft kiss there. “I can be your daddy.” You heart seizes in your chest. “What did you say?” You pull away from him. “What,” He replies puzzled, “Is something wrong?” You shove him away fully. “You need to leave Taehyung. I’m sorry but you have to go.” He shoves his hands in his pocket looking you over, giving a small nod. As he pulls on his jacket, he smiles at you, moving toward you to run his thumb along your bottom lip. “Your mine Jagi. Always and forever. I’ll see you Monday.” He turns and leaves not waiting for you to walk him out.

“Hello! Where have you been? I've been worried sick about you. Why didn't you call?” “I'm so sorry kitten…. I…. We…. just….” “What? I can't hear you. You're coming in and out. Yoongi? Hello?”

*BEEP BEEP BEEP *

You wake to your alarm with a gasp, snatching your phone from your side table to see no missed calls. You hop out of bed with a fire under your ass so great that you are showered and ready to go in 45 minutes. You opt for a skirt today with a low-cut tank top assisted by your best push up bra and a cardigan on top, open for dramatics. You arrive at work promptly at 9am and head straight to the conference room for your final submission to the boss. Your palms are sweaty as you anticipate Yoongi’s arrival. The door opens behind you and your boss walks in, assistant in tow. “Good morning Y/N, I see Yoongi is late but what's new?” You give a tight smile, your leg shaking frantically. At 9:15am, Yoongi strolls in and your cunt nearly bursts at the sight of him. He's wearing skintight black jeans and a white button down that's clinging to his damp chest, even his hair is damp, and you can't help noticing the bags under his eyes. He walks past you, sure to not make eye contact and takes a seat. “Yoongi, we just spoke about lateness.” Your boss scolds. “I apologize.” Yoongi grumbles. You suck your teeth and chuckle at his apology causing both Yoongi and your boss to look at you. “Something funny?” Yoongi snaps. “Just your blatant disregard for the people around you. Other than that, nope nothing.” You snarl. “You missed some buttons on that cardigan mother Teresa.” He clips, turning to face your boss. “Alright enough you two! Now, I’ve reviewed your work and it's amazing. All the kinks are out, and it's been approved by upper management. You guys have been greenlighted. So, you no longer have to work together. I am sure that makes you both happy. Great job to you both! I was very impressed by your dynamic so I may call on you two again to team up in the future. Now, get to work on the other projects you were working on and I will see you both at the launch party. Have a great day!” Your boss applauds you both as he walks out of the room, his assistant in tow. Yoongi sighs, standing to leave, as he walks toward the door you jump up and block his way. “Excuse me." He says dryly, eyeing your cleavage before looking away.

Your eyes shoot open at his disregard for your feelings. “You bastard!” You watch him swallow hard, but he says nothing. “I called you! I waited for you! I went to the museum like an idiot thinking you’d show! I was worried sick about you, and you come in today like what, like you don’t even know me? You owe me an explanation Min Yoongi!” You shout. His eye sink and cheeks flush. “I’m sorry but I shouldn’t have agreed to the date. Its better this way. Clean break.” Your breathing quickens and you begin to stutter. “I, clean break for who? I… I don’t understand. We, the car, and you, all those things you said. How could you do this to me? I let you touch me in ways no man has ever!” “Yeah well, there was a reason I never let you touch me ok and I just think it's better if we end things now before they get out of hand. Don’t make things harder than they need to be.” He snaps. You stutter, stumbling back a bit, reaching for a chair to steady yourself. His face softens and he moves toward you, taking you by the arm. “Hey, ok, wait. Take a deep breath, just relax ok.” You can’t help yourself; you lean towards him and fall into his arms. He tenses at first but slowly hugs you tightly, stroking your hair. “I don’t understand. Why are you doing this? I know you don’t mean this Yoongi. I know you care about me, about us.” You whisper into his chest.

“I’m sorry kitten but I don’t. I lied to you ok. I, I just wanted to fuck you.” You jump back, staring at what feels like a stranger. “Liar! If that was true, we would've fucked that first day, but we never did.” You cry, not bothering to stop the tears from falling. “Why do I need to lie? You practically threw yourself at me that day and I mean I’m a man. Why would I say no? Things were moving slow and I wanted to respect that, besides we had to make the most of working together but once I saw how caught up you got on me, well, honestly, I didn’t really want to get caught up in a relationship if you catch my drift. It was fun while it lasted kitten.” He scratches at the back of his neck, looking down at the ground to avoid eye contact. ‘Perfect,’ you think to yourself as you cock your hand back and slap him hard across the face. Shock spreads across his face quickly as your handprint forms on his fair complexion. His rubs his cheek, nodding, and looking up at you with tears burning in his eyes. “Feel better now?” “I’d feel better to kick you right in the balls you piece of shit! I should've never let you touch me! You’re a pig Min Yoongi. You took advantage of me when you knew all along you had no intention of moving things further. I opened myself up to you. You should be ashamed of yourself! You’re just the same as Kim Taehyung. Lying snakes, the both of you.” You shout. “One day you'll know that's not true.” He responds, walking past you now, leaving you to cry alone.

“Morning Jagi. You ok? You look, drab?” You stare daggers at Taehyung as you enter your cubicle. You sit down at your desk, putting on your headphones and drowning him out. You spend the rest of the day this way. At the end of the night, you hop into the elevator to go home, sighing with relief as the doors begin to close. A hand catches the door before it can close completely and Yoongi walks in. He nods at you briefly and focuses on his phone. The elevator goes to close once more as another hand catches it. Taehyung enters and the two men give each other hateful looks. This time the elevator makes its way down. “So, Jagi, maybe I can stop by again to see you and Frenchie. I had fun this weekend with you. I missed spending time with you.” You cringe at his remark as you catch Yoongi look over at you both from the corner of his eye. You swallow nervously not sure how to respond. “Maybe.” You reply weakly. Yoongi scoffs, scrolling through his phone again. Taehyung looks over at Yoongi and stares at him suspiciously. “Can I help you?” Yoongi asks, never looking up from his phone. “Why are you leaving so early? Hot date?” Taehyung inquires and you feel your heart thrash in your chest. “No why? You offering,” Yoongi looks up now at Taehyung and then over at you, “Or is this a thing again?” Your eyes pop open. “No way! Taehyung is married.” You reply in shock. Yoongi nods, not breaking his gaze. “This is us Jagi.” Taehyung interjects as the elevator reaches the lobby. You nod, still looking at Yoongi as you exit.

“You should really stay away from that guy. Besides I hear he’s fooling around with a woman in graphics.” Taehyung says while opening the lobby door. “Who told you that?” “My father in law. He says he saw them canoodling at his desk, all giggles and whispers. I told he’s no good Jagi.” “You know your father in law is a liar. I wouldn’t go believing all the things he says. I have to go. Have a goodnight.” You hurry off down the street, pulling your phone out and dialing Yoongi’s phone. It rings and your heart pounds. “You have reached the voicemail box of Min Yoongi.” *BEEP* “You know if you were fooling around with someone else you could’ve told me. What’s her name? Did she know about me? I wish I never did those things with you. I hate you Min Yoongi!” You hang up and release an anguished shout.

The following day Taehyung convinces you to go to lunch with him. As he goes on and on about work and the launch and how much he is going to miss working with you, you feel your mind wander. You sit silently trying to recall all your moments with Yoongi, wondering what you missed, had it all been a lie? “Jagi.” You turn to face Taehyung with a hum and he leans in and plants a kiss on your lips. Your eyes pop open and you shove him away. “What are you doing?” “Were you even listening? I said I miss you and I still love you.” You begin to stutter, feeling your face flush, looking around for a waitress to come save you from this moment. As you scan the room you lock eyes with Yoongi, who’s staring at you from the register, food in hand. He looks almost defeated as he turns and walks out of the restaurant. “I... I don’t feel the same Taehyung. How can you even say these things, you’re getting married!” “I know but that doesn’t mean we have to stop seeing each other does it?” You cover your mouth to keep from gagging. “Oh, Taehyung. You are so pathetic for thinking that I could ever be someone’s second choice. This is done, for good. We can keep things professional but that’s it.” He shakes his head hard. “That’s not how this works Jagi. You are mine! Forever!” Your brow furrows at his reaction. “I belong to no one! Goodbye Kim Taehyung. I will see you back at the office.” You get up to leave and Taehyung jumps up shouting, “Hey! I’ll give you time to cool off, but I’d steer clear of pissing me off Jagi. I promise you’ll regret it.” You look around at the patrons all staring at you and leave.

Thursday: POV: MIN YOONGI:

Yoongi shuffles in his seat, staring over the conference room table at Y/N. He groans under his breath staring at her soft mounds poke out the top of her tank top with every deep breath she pulls in. Every day this week she’s worn less and less. He rests his interlocked hands in his lap to hide his growing cock as it twitches in his jeans. She looks over at him through her peripheral vision and Yoongi can’t help but sit taller. She sits forward a bit and peels her cardigan off, exposing her lean arms. Yoongi sighs, unsure of how much more of this he can take. He knows she’s teasing him, wanting a reaction and boy if she only knew how he truly felt. How badly he just wanted to hop over this table and claim her mouth, just the thought of her gagging on his cock sent shivers down his spine, he was so tired of waiting. He had planned to make Saturday so special, it killed him to watch her cry on Monday as he lied about his feelings. Crushed him to know she was spending time with Taehyung. Taehyung, that bastard, the one who started all this trouble, the reason for all this grief. Yoongi’s eyes scanned the room, stopping on Taehyung who lingered in the back of the conference room. He growled to himself, wishing his looks could kill right now as he stared pure death at Taehyung. Taehyung immediately feels Yoongi’s hatred, looking over and locking eyes with him. He gives Yoongi a smug grin before turning away. The same grin he gave Yoongi that night that changed it all for Him and Y/N. If only he could tell her the truth. He was doing this all for her.

Last Friday: POV: MIN YOONGI:

“Yoongi as you know you are an integral part of the team and we are happy to have you working here at the company! I have no real complaints about your work. I just need you to work on your lateness. As a part of said team you need to show up on time, all the time. The people who are here on time don’t like watching you stroll in like you own the place, got it? So, if you do me any favors this year, let that be it. Other than that, I have been speaking with upper management and we want to offer you a new position here, head of graphics, an increase in pay of 25%. I know it's a lot to ask but I hope you’ll say yes.” Yoongi’s eyes shoot open and he leans forward, clearing his throat. “Wow, I am in shock sir. I honestly didn’t think you liked me.” The boss laughs loudly, slamming his hand on the table. “This isn't personal Yoongi. I like that you make me money and you're one of the best graphics guys around. You think I'd let you go off to some other company over petty nonsense or rumors? Look, take some time to mull it over. We can talk about it at launch. I have nothing else to cover. Do you have any questions for me?” “Uh no sir. Thank you.” Yoongi nods. “Alright then, have a great weekend!” The boss stands, tapping Yoongi on the shoulder on the way out. Yoongi sits for a moment alone, smiling wide at the offer he’s been given. He can't wait to call Y/N and tell her. He pulls his phone out of his pocket just as the conference room door opens.

“Good news?” Taehyung asks, walking in and taking a seat across from Yoongi. Yoongi sighs, shoving his phone back in his pocket. “As a matter of fact, it was.” Yoongi replies, standing now to leave. “Uh, before you go. I think we should talk.” Taehyung kicks his feet up on the conference room table. “And what would we ever need to talk about?” “Y/N.” Taehyung replies plainly. Yoongi scoffs, leaning on his hip and scratching his forehead. “When are you going to get it through your head? She doesn’t want to be with you. She’s moved on. Get over it, don’t you have someone to go home to?” Yoongi shakes his head in annoyance and turns to walk out again. “I hacked your computer. You wouldn’t believe what I found on there.” Yoongi freezes at Taehyung’s statement, turning to face him. “You're talking shit.” Yoongi drawls. “You sure about that.... daddy?” Yoongi’s face drops and he leans over the table. “Don't fuck with me Taehyung.” “On the contrary, don’t fuck with ME,” Taehyung drops his feet down off the table and sits upright, “Even better don’t fuck with my girl.” Yoongi laughs out loud. “Your girl? You're delusional and I'm done entertaining you.” Yoongi walks off, only stopping dead at the sound of Y/N’s soft moans, “I need your hands on me, right here, in my tight hole. I want to cum on your fingers. Please.... daddy.” Yoongi feels his blood boil. “I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch.” Yoongi warns, racing to reach Taehyung who scurries to the other side. “It's intriguing to me that you would remove these from the main interface but keep them on your personal hard drive. I mean, I understand why of course. Even I rubbed one out a few times watching her come undone.” He laughs, running away from Yoongi as he tries to reach for Taehyung again, “I know what you’re going to say, it was your personal computer and I had no right, but you had it right there on your desk for any ole body to just grab. I couldn’t resist. Tell me friend how does she taste? It's been a while. Is she still as sweet as I remember?”

Yoongi growls, running at full speed, catching Taehyung by the throat. “I dare you to talk about her like that again.” He says through clenched teeth. Taehyung laughs, straining to speak “I don’t think you understand your position in this situation friend. I’m the one with the power here not you. Now, if you don’t want me to release that video or anything else to everyone in this office, including my father-in-law, you best let me go.” Yoongi squeezes harder before releasing Taehyung, who drops to the ground coughing. “What do you want for them? Money?” Yoongi asks. “No, I don’t want your money. I want her. So, what I want from you Yoongi, is to stop seeing her.” “Not gonna happen.” “Then I release everything, including your hot and heavy backseat session this afternoon.” Yoongi cocks back to punch Taehyung, who ducks down, walking backwards while speaking once more, “Or, you can break her heart now, walk away, and never see her again. It’s your choice.” “How could you ever say you love her and be willing to do this to her?” Yoongi asks, dropping his fist. “I’m doing this because I love her and because you don’t deserve her. So, do we have a deal?” Taehyung ask, putting his hand out for Yoongi to shake. Yoongi could feel the sting of tears in the back of his eyes. He didn’t want to give her up, but he cared about her too much to allow her life to be ruined because of his carelessness. “Promise not to hurt her or release the videos and we have a deal.” He whispers, shaking Taehyungs hand, sealing his fate.

Thursday: POV: MIN YOONGI:

The meeting was over, and everyone was filing out one by one. Yoongi sprung up quickly to follow behind Y/N like a loyal puppy as she made her way over to the employee lounge. Yoongi popped a K-cup into the Keurig to make it seem as if he had reason to be in the lounge as well, watching her out the corner of his eye as she heated her morning coffee in the microwave. “What?” She snaps causing Yoongi to freeze in his spot. His brows shoot up towards the sky as he cautiously turns with a shrug. “What?” He throws back. “You keep staring at me. Why? What is it? If you have something to say just say it.” She spat at him. He had a million things to say, he just couldn’t say them. She shook her head at him as the microwave beeped. “Coward.” She says under her breath. “Tease.” He replies under his, unable to help himself. “Excuse me?” “You heard me. I know what you’re doing. Taehyung would be really upset to know you’re dressing like this to get a rise out of me.” She laughs out loud and it’s the sweetest thing Yoongi thinks he’s ever heard. “Fuck Taehyung and fuck you too.” She says with a sip of her coffee, heading for the exit. “Promise.” Yoongi grumbles. She scoffs, walking straight over to Yoongi, pressing her full breast into his chest. He bites down on his lip, gripping the counter behind him to keep himself from ravaging her right there. “You had your chance Min Yoongi and you ruined it. To think I was ready to lay it out for you raw in the back seat of your car. Silly me.” She whispers, pressing her body into his harder. Yoongi groans, leaning forward, so turned on by her, so desperately in need of her lips around his. She pouts at him, a sly smile creeping across her face before she licks his bottom lip. She soon digs her hands in his hair pulling him into a deep kiss, taking command of his mouth. She bites and sucks at his lips before suckling and swirling her tongue around his like a woman mad. When she breaks the kiss he leans forward, mouth open desperately trying to catch her tongue against his again, but she simply walks away with a giggle. “Enjoy your blue balls…. Daddy.” Yoongi can’t help but chuckle, feeling his pants tighten around his cock. She was going to be the end of him but if it meant he could have her then he was more than eager for his demise.

*LAUNCH DAY*

You stood before your mirror dressed in the skimpiest outfit you could find, a red mini dress with drape neck front. You unfortunately couldn’t wear a bra because the dress had your entire back exposed, but it didn’t bother you much. It was the exact look you were going for. You put on black strappy heels and to add just an extra bit of fuck you to your look you put on Yoongi’s diamond crusted choker. You look yourself over once more, nodding at the way the dress hugs your curves. “This is it.” You say to Frenchie, who is lapping at her nether regions with no shame. You add a bit of lip gloss and hail a cab.

You arrive at the event space, heading inside quickly to avoid the camera’s snapping photos outside. You grab a glass of champagne from one of the waiters walking about and move about the party in search of a familiar face. Your heart begins slamming against its cage at the sight of Yoongi leaning against the windows, drinking you in. How long had he been there, you wondered, watching you? He looked amazing in all black with gold and silver designs glittering from his bomber jacket. You moaned to yourself, wishing you could walk over and latch onto his pout. You release a sigh and turn so your back side is facing him, looking over your shoulder briefly to see his sly smile. You bite your lip to keep from laughing out loud and walk off. “Y/N,” Your boss shouts greeting you with a smile, “My goodness, you are quite the sight tonight! Come we are all gathering in the back for a quick huddle.” “Sure.” You walk towards the back and light up at the sight of Rebecca in full on mermaid dress. She squeals when she sees you. “Oh my god! You look fabulous! I said be brave not shameful!” She laughs hugging you. “How are the kids? Is everything ok?” “Yes, thank goodness! How are you? I need to know everything. I saw Taehyung hanging about. What the hell is that about?” You roll your eyes. “Girl it is a long story to say the least. We need a weekend to fill in the blanks. I am just happy you're back. I missed you so much!” She hugs you again tightly. “And what about Hades over there?” She giggles. You look over to see Yoongi staring at you again. “I don't know,” You shrug, “It was good until it wasn’t. I am terrible at dating and picking guys it seems.” “Oh shush. It's not you, its them! It's too bad it didn’t work out with him. He looks like he eats pussy well.” Your eyes pop open and you both burst out laughing. “Be quiet! I'm sure he can hear you!” “Who cares?”

“Alright! Gather around everyone! I just want to take a moment to say how happy and proud I am that we were all able to come together and make this launch happen on such short notice! It truly speaks to the type of team we are and how well we all work together. Of all the gaming companies in all the world, I’ve got the best one! So, enjoy tonight, get drunk, get laid, just don’t let me hear about on Monday! Hear, Hear!” Your boss finishes his speech with a raise of his glass, and everyone hoots and hollers in response taking sips from their cups. You excuse yourself and tell Rebecca you are heading to the restroom, feeling a grab on the back of your arm. You turn to face Yoongi. “You look amazing.” “Thanks. You look good too.” He smiles and gives a nod before looking around. “Looking for someone?” You chime in, bringing his focus back to you. “No, you, always you. Tell me, did you dress like this for me or Taehyung?” He lifts his hand up to run his fingertips along the choker around your neck. “For myself.” You say with attitude, slapping his hand away. He nods. “So, you're over me then huh? Are you and Taehyung back together?” Your heart drops watching the sadness spread across his face. “You are truly an enigma Min Yoongi. You dumped me remember? What even is this? Guilt? Ego? I honestly can't do this with you. If you’ll excuse me, I have to go to the restroom.” You turn and walk off. You push the door for the restroom and feel someone shove you in. “What the hell?” You spin and are met by Yoongi’s desperate lips. You melt into him, moaning into the kiss. He pulls away, looking you over, “What if I could fix everything? What if I had a solution to all our problems? All I need is to know that you still have feelings for me, that things haven't changed between us. Tell me kitten, do you still want me?” “Yoongi, you hurt me. All those things you said, they were awful....” “Do you? Yes or no?” He demands, cutting you off. You stutter a bit, feeling his arms tighten around you in the safest hug you’ve ever felt. “Yoongi. Of course, I still have feelings for you. I don’t think I ever stopped.” A small smile spreads across his face. “I’m gonna fix it baby. I’ll make it right. I promise. I’m so sorry I hurt you. I can make it better.” He kisses you again and you swear you feel all his emotion in this one kiss. He pulls away and hurries out of the bathroom. “Wait! What do you mean?” You yell but he is already gone.

You do your business and exit the restroom in search of Yoongi. “Have you seen Yoongi?” You ask passersby, making your way through the party. You finally catch up to Rebecca “Have you seen Yoongi?” You ask her. “Yeah, for a minute,” she looks around, “He grabbed the boss and walked off. Not sure where though. Is everything ok?” “Yeah, just something he said to me about fixing things. I just wanted to know what he meant.” She hums in contemplation. “Well don’t just stand here girl get your man.” You blink at her for a moment until she snaps her fingers in front of your face, urging you to go. You hurry along and bump right into the boss who looks lost in thought. “Oh, Y/N, sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.” “That’s alright. Have you seen Yoongi?” “Unfortunately, I have, he just quit.” “What?” You shout. “Yes, and I am very unhappy. If you’ll excuse me. I have to go find Taehyung.” He walks off like a man on a mission. “Taehyung?” You whisper to yourself, quietly following behind your boss. He spots Taehyung in the crowd, grabbing him by the back of the arm and leading him into the kitchen area. You sneak in behind a waiter, crouching down behind a counter, to snoop in on your boss and Taehyung. “Is it true? Are you blackmailing Yoongi?” The boss growls.

Taehyung’s brow furrows as he searches your bosses face for a bluff. “I’m not sure of what he told you sir, but he’s been breaking company policy by having interoffice relations with…” “I don’t give a fuck what he’s doing, and you shouldn’t either!” Your boss shouts, a gasp escaping your lips. “Do you have any idea what blackmail can do to a company like ours? You think people give a fuck about two consenting adults fucking after hours? Have you lost your mind? Your concern should be my daughter who has been staying with me and my wife for over a month while you worry yourself with Y/N and Min Yoongi! Is it true she is your ex?” He questions now, pacing a bit. Your heart slams heavily in your chest. “Is it? Answer me goddammit!” He shouts causing Taehyungs jaw to clench. “Yes.” Your boss growls into the space, his voice echoing back. “So, lets add conflict of interest to the list of shit you’ve dropped in my lap. You’re fired do you hear me. Your only concern from here on out is my daughter and the child she carries. If I ever hear about you or Y/N or Min Yoongi I swear to god, I’ll end you. Now delete any content you have pertaining to the two of them and put this thing to bed. Do you understand me?” “I don’t love her anymore, your daughter, or maybe I never did.” Taehyung responds lifting his head high. Your boss nods, running his hand through his hair before grabbing Taehyung by the collar tightly, pulling him close to his face. “I don’t give a shit if you love her or not. You will marry my daughter and be a good and loyal husband. My grandchild will not be a bastard nor my daughter a harlot. You were in love enough to do the deed, now seal the deal you coward. I expect my daughter home by Monday. Am I understood?” Taehyung nods and your boss releases him, marching off.

“Did you enjoy the show Jagi?” Taehyung says, fixing his suit, looking over in the direction of where you are hiding. You pop up quickly and just stare at him. “You left your wife? And what did he mean content? Were you keeping things on me?” You feel your face flush at the thought of what he could have. “I told you we had a fight and she left. I also told you I loved you still. I thought I was over you but seeing you with him, well, it drove me mad. How could you let him touch you like that? Keep videos of what you two do together. Let him taint you like some whore.” “How dare you,” You say, moving towards him, “You are a horrible excuse for a man. I would rather be his whore than your dirty little secret.” You turn to leave but he grabs your arm, yanking you back. “Let me go.” You shout. “I won’t let him have you. You’re mine or no ones.” He warns, gripping your arm tightly. “Hey asshole!” Rebecca shouts, causing you and Taehyung to look up. She clocks him dead in the nose, breaking it. The blood immediately begins to stream down his face. He pinches his bridge trying to stop it. “You fucking bitch.” He shouts. “Touch my friend again and I’ll have my ex arrest you for assault and stalking. You can expect a restraining order from her lawyer bitch!” She spits at him, wrapping her arm around you and leading you out of the kitchen area. “Thanks for that,” You sniffle, “but I don’t think he is ever going to leave me alone.” “Don’t worry about him. He has a family and reputation to think about. I’ll call my ex and have him file a restraining order. We’ll take care of Kim Taefuckface! For now, go home, take some time off, you need to rest! I'll call you a cab.” You nod and lean your head on her shoulder while she waits with you.

You sit in the cab and allow the emotions of the night to hit you, tears streaming down your face. “You alright?” The cab driver asks. “Yeah, I’m fine thanks. Stress.” You reply, wiping your tears. You enter your building, greeting the doorman quickly as you pass to hop in the elevator. You sigh deeply thinking of how your life got so twisted. “Maybe I will take the week off.” You whisper to yourself staring at the ascending numbers in the elevator. The doors open on your floor and you get off turning the corner on your floor to find Yoongi sitting on the floor outside your apartment. He looks so tiny sitting there, chewing his thumb, not noticing you until you clear your throat. He turns to face you thumb still on his lips. “How did you?” He springs to his feet, swallowing, wiping his hands on his thighs. “I quit.” “I heard, about everything. You kept the videos? Taehyung tried to blackmail you. How could you keep this from me?” He sighs. “It was the only way to keep Taehyung from hurting you. With me out of the way, out of the company, he didn’t have a leg to stand on. Little did I know that I’d be so fired up when I spoke with the boss that I would tell him everything. Turns out he was on my side, practically begged me to stay. I’m sorry I kept the videos, that was selfish of me. It was plain stupid.” “Videos aside Yoongi, why didn’t you just tell me what was going on? I could’ve helped you; we could’ve managed this together.” “Come on kitten, would you have really been able to handle it if Taehyung leaked our sex tapes to the office? It was better if you didn’t know. Maybe I didn’t handle it the right way, but I knew I would do anything to protect you.” “Even if it means not having a job anymore?” You snap. He shrugs. “I can get a job anywhere. You, you’re one of a kind. You make me feel rich kitten, not what lines my pocket.” Your face flushes and you stutter over your words. Yoongi chuckles, moving closer to you. “It's just you and me now baby,” He whispers in your ear, pulling you into his body, “Just say you’ll be mine.” “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend Min Yoongi? I thought you didn’t do girlfriends.” He smiles against your ear. “You make me better. I’d do anything for you.” He kisses your neck softly, rubbing his fingertips up and down your bare back. “Do you wanna come in?” You whisper. “Only if I can spend the night.” He whispers, kissing you hard. “Of course, my boyfriend can spend the night.” He growls, biting your shoulder before scooping you up by the ass and carrying you to your door. You giggle loudly, trying to cover your exposed ass with your hand. “Where are your keys kitten?” “In my purse.” You dangle your purse in front of him. He pouts, dropping you to your feet so you can unlock the door.

You both enter the apartment and Frenchie jumps onto the counter immediately. “Meow!” She wails. Yoongi smiles, walking towards her. “Careful, she’s testy.” You warn, dropping your bag and keys on the table. You turn to find Yoongi scratching Frenchie under her chin, soft purrs escaping from her chest. You chuckle at the sight. “She hates everyone. She never lets people touch her.” “Well, she has good taste, like her mother.” He tells you, leaning down now to plant tiny kisses on her nose. You full on laugh now, covering your mouth in shock. “If she bites your face off, I am not liable.” He laughs at your comment, whispering sweet nothings to Frenchie. “Do you want a drink? I have water, beer, or juice.” You offer. “I’m good.” You nod, grabbing a water for yourself and heading over to the couch to remove your heels. “Make yourself comfortable.” You say, unhooking the straps. He plants a heavy kiss on Frenchie’s head before turning to slide out of his jacket. He plops down next to you on the couch, tapping his lap for you to give him your foot. You oblige and he unhooks your shoes for you. “Thank you.” You smile at him, wiggling your toes. Frenchie jumps up on the couch beside him. “Looks like you got competition kitten.” He smiles towards you.

“Don’t worry she will tire of you eventually. Even I bore her at times, and I’m the one that feeds her.” He nods, rubbing your feet gently. “Maybe we should go to the other room.” He suggests. You laugh. “Why?” “I don’t want her to see all the naughty things I’m about to do to her mother.” His explains, standing up and reaching for your hand. “Oh, um.” You stutter. “Fuck it turns me on when you do that.” He almost growls, pulling you up from the couch. He plants a soft kiss on your lips, taking your ass in his large hands. He lifts you off your feet and begins walking you towards your bedroom, sure to never break your locked lips. You begin to wriggle free once in the bedroom, feeling him try to lower you onto the bed. “Something wrong kitten.” He whispers over your lips. “It's my turn to make you feel good.” He chuckles softly, lowering you to your feet. “Ok baby. What do you have in mind?” He gives you a sly grin, cocking his head to the side. You feel your face flush. Your belly tingling with your need, excitement overcoming you. He had usually denied you the chance to please him but now he stood before you, eyes lit up, waiting for you to make a move. You swallow hard, pushing him back towards the bed until he’s seated. You grab the thin straps of your dress and slowly bring them down, exposing your bare breast, your nipples standing at attention when the cold air hits them. Yoongi swallows hard watching your dress drop to the floor; You stand before him in nothing but your thong, tugging at your aching nipples. “You’re so sexy kitten, do you know that?” He praises, palming himself through his pants. You move toward him, capturing his lips with yours. He grips your ass tightly with one hand, kneading at the tender flesh of your breast with the other. He releases a deep moan at the feel of you dig your fingers into his hair and tug his head back. You trail kisses along his jaw and down his long neck, suckling on the smooth skin until small red marks form.

He sucks in a breath, bringing one of his large hands down onto your ass with a loud slap. You gasp at the sting that burns through your body, clenching around nothing. “Does my little kitten like that?” He asks breathlessly, rubbing the area softly. You nod quickly, licking your lips, watching desire spread across his face. “Tell me what you want baby. I want you so bad, my cock is so hard for you.” He pants, palming at his erection once again. You moan lustfully, dropping your hand to take over rubbing at his trapped member. He leans back on his arms, watching you tug at his belt, unzipping his pants. He smiles seductively, lifting his hips off the bed just enough for you to pull his pants and underwear down to free his cock. You gasp at the sight of his large member, taking a moment to drink it in. It’s the fattest, longest dick you’ve ever seen, curling up to rest above his belly button. The prominent veins bulging with every breath he takes, his fat swollen tip spilling pre-cum onto his belly. You bite your lip wondering if it’ll fit in your mouth let alone your cunt. “You don’t have to do anything baby. I know it can be intimidating and I don’t want to overwhelm you. We can just take care of you tonight.” He replies at the sight of your apprehension. “No, I want to. It’s just…. big.” He laughs at your comment, grabbing his cock tightly, pumping it up and down, in long languid strokes. Your mouth waters at the sight. You watch him carefully before moving your hands up to take his cock from him, taking over the painfully slow strokes. He moans softly, thrusting up into your closed fist, causing more and more of his lustful pre-cum to spill from his tip. He soon yanks off his button down with ease, pulling at your nipple to illicit a yelp from your lips.

You lower one of your hands, looking up at Yoongi for a sign that its ok. He nods, sucking in a breath as you cup his balls, kneading them in your palm. The sight of his swollen tip dripping down your hand has your pussy gushing. “Can I...” You lick your lips as you continue to caress his heavy sack. Yoongi watches you under hooded lids as you drop your head, capturing one of his balls in your mouth. “Oh, fuck!” He cries out. You feel your thong stick to your folds as you rub your thighs together, taking the other ball into your mouth and moaning around it. Yoongi pants desperately into the room, head back as you slurp and tongue at his scrotum. Completely turned on by Yoongi’s lustful display, you move up and begin to lap at the precum that has made its way down your fingers. Yoongi drops his head down to look at you, a small growl escaping as you take his entire head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his engorged tip. He releases a relived sigh when you push up on your knees, taking more of him into your throat. “Fuck kitten. You don’t know how good this feels.” You hum around his cock, bobbing up and down, hollowing out your cheeks as you arrive back up to his tip. You slowly lower your head onto his thick length again, this time trying to swallow back more of him causing yourself to gag. “Yeah baby, just like that.” He encourages, gripping the sheets. You drop down lower almost reaching his pubic area, gagging freely on his cock, tears forming at your eyes. Yoongi’s eyes roll back, his pants filling the room. You soon come up for air, wiping at your swollen mouth quickly before swallowing him down again. You bob up and down again, not taking him as deep this time, instead using your hands to pump the area not in your mouth. You moan around him, feeling his hands grip your hair, curses quietly escaping his lips. “Fuck kitten, you should stop now or else I’m gonna cum down your tight little throat.” You lift your head off his cock, looking up at him, “Do it daddy, gag me with your cock, fuck my throat, cum for me please. Treat me like your sexy little slut.” You beg lustfully. “You don’t know what you're saying.” He pants. “I’m saying I want daddy to take control of me, all of me. I don’t want to be your little kitten tonight but your sexy. Little. Whore.” He curses under his breath, grabbing a fist full of your hair and guiding you back to his throbbing member.

You moan in approval, relaxing your jaw. He groans deeply, gripping your hair tighter as he works you up and down his length. He begins to hitch his hips upward, your uncontrollable drool aiding the tip of his cock past your uvula and into your throat with ease. You grip his thighs tightly gagging freely on his cock, drool dripping down his balls. “Such a good cock sleeve for daddy.” He praises, fucking into your mouth faster. He grips your hair super tight now, to keep your head from moving as he lunges his cock in and out of your mouth, fucking your face with ease. “Oh kitten, oh fuck, such a good girl for daddy. Uh, fuck baby, I’m cumming. I'm cumming.” Your eyes widen as his warm seed shoots down your throat, filling your mouth to the brim. You gag a bit, attempting to swallow back his load, feeling a bit of it seep past your lips. He growls quietly, thrusting through his high. He soon pulls you off his still rock-hard cock and into a sloppy kiss. “That was so fucking hot baby. Let me repay the favor.” “No, I’m so wet. I need you inside of me.” You stand now, peeling off your thong, reaching out for Yoongi’s body to mount him. He digs in his pocket and pulls out a condom. You whine watching him stick the wrapper in his mouth to tear it open, his reddened cock rubbing at your hovering folds. He rolls the condom down his member slowly and you know now he’s teasing you. “Please, hurry up.” You mewl. He smirks when he’s done and you grunt loudly, grabbing his cock tightly and spreading your legs wide, lowering yourself onto his cock. “Such a greedy cock whore.” Your mouths drop open as his tip pushes into your entrance.

You suck in a breath, feeling the sting of his shaft stretch your cunt. “Ah, fuck,” You whimper, biting your lip trying to push down further onto his thick length, “I can’t, it won’t fit. You’re too big.” He chuckles softly, kneading the flesh of your breast. He kisses the juncture between your neck and shoulder gently, moving up to your ear. “Lie back baby. Daddy’s got you.” You pout dismounting him, lying back on the bed as you’re told. He lowers himself between your thighs, gliding his tongue along your slit before twirling it around your sensitive bud. You cry out at the feeling. He rolls his tongue ever so slowly along your clit, building your climax. You feel your coil twisting and begin to grind against his face. He smirks into your cunt, lowering himself down further to enter you with his tongue. You gasp, gripping his hair, to guide him. He thrust in and out of your entrance with ease as your slick soon trails down to the bed. Seemingly satisfied, Yoongi brings his lips back up to your clit, rolling his tongue once again. You widen your legs, moaning loudly into the room, yanking on his dark messy locks. He brings up his hand and enters you with two fingers, spreading his fingers in a wide scissor motion to prep you for his cock. You gasp at the sensation, feeling your body tremble with your oncoming orgasm. “Daddy, please don't stop, please.” You cry out, focused on his meticulous scissor motion and slow roll of the tongue. “God, Yoongi, feels so fucking good.” Yoongi curls his fingers up, rubbing at the soft flesh deep inside you, your eyes roll back as your back arches, your orgasm washing over you in hot waves. Yoongi groans, still lapping at your core until your body plops down onto the bed, dropping down from your high. He raises his head, your slick glistening on his lips and nose. He crawls up your body, hovering above you, eyes blown with lust. “Clean your mess off my face whore.” He demands. “Yes daddy.” You reply meekly, picking your head up off the mattress to lick your cum from his lips. You moan lustfully with each lap, swallowing down your sweet nectar.

“That’s enough.” He growls, catching your lips in a hard kiss. You melt back into the mattress, spreading your legs wide enough for Yoongi to watch himself rub his tip through your folds, your body trembling uncontrollably. “Just relax baby. Deep breath.” You nod at his comforting tone. He takes you by the hips, lining up his cock with your entrance. You nod at him, feeling your pussy drench itself in anticipation of his large member. Your mouth falls open as his tip breaches your cunt, this time with ease. He continues to roll his hips forward, gliding in with the help of your slickness and stretching you to the brim. He hisses at the feel of your walls clamp around him, massaging and clenching with every thrust. “You’re so tight baby, so fucking amazing. You feel so good around my cock. Take me so well. You’re made for me.” He groans in your ear, the sound of both of your moans filling the room. You grip tightly on his ass, pulling him deeper inside of you, wondering why you were ever nervous in the first place. This was perfect, he was perfect. He smiles seductively, looking down at you, wrapping his large hands around yours, “And you thought I wasn’t gonna fit?” You giggle at his comment, leaning up to kiss him gently. “Fuck me,” You pant, “please, like those other girls. I want to be everything you want and more.” He shakes his head, “You’re more than I could ever want. I don’t deserve you, I’m just happy you chose me.” “Don’t go easy on me because you think I can’t handle it. I want you, all of you.” “Oh, I know kitten, I’m quite enjoying you fucking yourself on my cock.” You look down, realizing Yoongi had stopped moving, that you were the one keeping the pace. “Oh kitten, don’t stop, it feels good when you milk my cock.” You moan lustfully, rolling your hips again. Yoongi watches the show more intently this time, adjusting his hips so your clit is gliding along his shaft. “Fuck me daddy. Fuck me hard. Make me scream.” Yoongi moans from deep within his chest. “Oh baby, you really don’t know what you’re asking.” “Don’t treat me like some porcelain doll. I may, as you say, dress like one but I’m no nun. Now fuck me! Show me what this fat cock can do.” You shout, dropping your hand down between your bodies to tug on his full balls. “Shit kitten, you have no idea what you’re in for.” “All talk and no action.” You tease, licking up his face. He scoffs briefly, pulling out of you and flipping you over in one fell swoop, knocking the wind out of you. He uses his knees to part your legs, pulling your hips so your ass is high in the air. He drops his large open hand down on the thick flesh of your bottom, the sting burning through your body. You cry out as he comes down two more times. “Yoongi.” You pant. He grabs a handful of your hair, tugging your head back to whisper in your ear. “No no whore. Its daddy from here on out. Call me by my name again and I’ll paint this gorgeous ass red, understand?” You nod frantically, feeling your core heat, you juices flowing freely. “Good girl. No warning this time baby.” He whispers into your ear, taking both of your arms behind your back before slamming his cock into your soaked cunt. You scream out into your bedroom. Yoongi holds wrist together in one hand, gripping your hip in the other, fucking into your pussy like a madman. Your body shivers beneath him, your cunt clenching, juices leaking and coating his cock, aiding him further into you. “Oh, god! Yes. Fuck me daddy, fuck me so good.” Yoongi groans, slamming into you harder, his breathing becoming labored. He pulls out if you with a growl, pushing you down onto your left side. “Hold your leg up.” He pants, pushing your right leg up into your chest. Yoongi slaps your full ass before pushing the flesh of your right cheek up to expose your battered cunt to him. He effortlessly enters you, gripping and caressing at your plump glute while rotating his hips upwards, fucking into your pussy gently. He drops his head back, cursing quietly to himself. You watch him carefully, drinking in his lean body, how his hair sticks to his sweaty forehead. You moan at the sight of him bite his lip when you clench down on his cock. He’s never been hotter than in this moment.

“I want to ride you.” You whimper, breaking his focus, he tilts his head down to look at you. His dark eyes flooded with lust. “Beg me.” “What?” “Beg daddy to let you ride his cock.” You smile slightly, gripping your own ass cheek now to spread yourself further apart for him. “Please daddy, please, may I ride your cock?” He bites his lip, still fucking into you. “Please daddy, I want to make you cum. Cum in my pussy.” You mewl. He hums, leaning forward to take your mouth in a sloppy kiss before pulling out of you. You move over so he can lie back on the bed. You mount him, hovering over his erection. “Can we take this off?” Yoongi eyes you suspiciously, watching you tug at the base of the condom. “I want to feel all of you. I want you to have all of me, like no one ever has. Not even Taehyung. I want you to coat my walls full of your desire for me.” Yoongi pants hard, his cheeks flushed. He swallows hard, “I’ve never done that before. It isn’t something I do.” He replies. “I understand.” You grasp him at the root and begin to lower yourself onto him slowly. “Wait,” He stops you, “It’s me and you baby. I trust you.” He drops his hand between you both and removes the latex from his member. You descend again, dropping your head back at the newfound closeness. He digs his fingers into your hips, mouth agape as you descend to the root. You start with a slow steady pace, savoring every ridge of Yoongi’s glorious cock, that is, until Yoongi leans forward, wrapping his arm around your waist, thrusting upwards, fucking into you with a rapid pace. He whimpers a bit, biting his lip to hold back any further cries from falling from his lips. He rests his forehead against your collar bone, thrusting up harder and faster, his breath hitching in his throat. You moan out loud, a cry escaping, when his tip hits your cervix, jumping up a bit. Yoongi pulls you back down to meet his thrust, not wanting to separate from you in this moment. You feel your body ignite and your pussy clench hard around him. “Fuck baby, do that again, feels so fucking good. You feel so amazing. Fucking heaven. I can feel your fucking walls trembling. Cum on my cock baby.” “My god.” You wail, your eyes rolling as you feel a great warmth start at the top of your head and burn down to your toes. Your whole-body tingles and you lean forward, pushing Yoongi onto his back, resting your hands on his chest, lifting your hips ravenously to continue to chase this high. The sounds of your ass slapping against Yoongi's thighs fill your ears right before your animal like groan. “Fuck kitten, don’t stop, I’m cumming. God, I’m fucking cumming.” Your breath quickens and you grip Yoongi's chest harder, riding him faster. He cries out unabashedly, gripping your ass to aid your body up and down his length. Your climax slowly pours over your whole body at the feeling of Yoongi’s cock twitching inside you, his release warming your walls, filling you to the brim. Tears form in your eyes at the euphoric feeling that washes over you. Yoongi sits up slowly and plants kisses over the tears that fall. “I love you Yoongi,” You cry into the nape of his neck, “I know its too soon but I know what love feels like and this is it.” He wraps your legs around his waist, pulling you closer to him. “I love you too Y/N. Its never too soon or too late. What’s meant to be will be. I knew the moment I was ready to give up everything for you.” You pull away from him to look in his eyes. “Really?” He nods, kissing you softly. “What now? I got you fired.” You look away, wiping your tears. “I quit baby. I did NOT get fired. Now we move forward. You and me, everything else is just background noise. I've never been happier.” You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply.

The following morning, you wake to an empty room. You look around wondering if it was all a dream. Fortunately for you, the deep throb between your legs tells you it wasn't. Not to mention the smell of bacon in the air. You get up and wrap your robe around your body, walking out to the kitchen. You smile to see Yoongi on the phone cooking while Frenchie sits counter top watching him. “Yes sir. Thank you sir. Of course, I completely understand. Not a problem. OK. Take care, see you Monday.” Your brow furrows watching Yoongi toss his phone on the counter. “Good morning kitten.” “Good morning. Did I just hear you say, ‘See you Monday?’” He nods, putting a piece of bacon in his mouth. “The boss called, told me my offer still stands, apologized for all the nonsense. Head of graphics. Has a nice ring to it huh?” You squeal, running into his arms and kissing him firmly. “That's amazing. I thought I was going to have to support your ass.” He laughs out loud, kissing you again. “One condition, you and I cant work on projects together anymore.” You shrug at the news. “As long as I have you in my bed at night, I don't care about any office intermingling.” His brows shoot up and he turns the stove off, sliding his hands up your thighs. “Yoongi, I have to feed Frenchie.” He kisses into the crook of your neck. “Daddy took care of that already. Daddy is going to take care of everything from now on,” You giggle now as Yoongi lifts you off your feet, walking you to the bedroom, “that means we skip to the part where we get to intermingle.”

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“Natural” - Chapter 13 - Embry Call x Reader

Movie Night

Waking up in the morning with Embry in my bed was a level of comfort and serenity that I don’t think I could ever describe. I look over at his peaceful form, the sun shining in through the fold in the curtain.

I watch as his chest rises up and down, his slow, peaceful breathing accompanied by a very light snore. His black hair falling over his face that’s nuzzled deep into my pillow. His warm, russet skin shining in the sun beams. His warmth radiating against my colder skin.

“Good morning.” His raspy voice mumbles against the pillow.

“Good morning, Em.” I whisper.

“What’re you looking at, beautiful?” He smirks.

“Just you.” I blush.

I don’t honestly believe that this is something I’ll ever get used to. Embry, and everything about him, felt like an absolute blessing. It felt surreal, really.

“Awe, bean. You’re cute when you blush.”

“Stop.” I whine, slightly giggling.

“No, I like it. It’s cute.” He sits up, wrapping his arms around me.

“I mean, thank you.” I look down at my hands.

“So, I was thinking.” Embry begins.

“That’s a first.” I tease, poking his nose.

“Hah hah, very funny. Anyway, what if we went camping? Now that I won’t have to be here for patrol tonight or tomorrow. We can leave today and spend a night out, and come home for tomorrow. Then you can see your friend and Leah.” His vibrant smile beaming brighter than the sunlight.

“I would love that. We can start packing now.” I shriek, having a difficult time to contain my excitement.

“Of course.” He smiles, leaving a kiss on my lips.

I practically spring up from my bed and begin packing my backpack full of any clothes I would need for tonight and tomorrow. I put on a pair of jeans and throw on a t-shirt.

“Someone’s excited.” Embry chuckles.

“We’ve always talked about camping together, and now we can.” I turn around, smiling.

“I know, I’m so excited to go with you.” He smiles, pulling me close to him.

His hands grab my hips, driving me nuts as usual. I trace my fingers up his biceps until my arms wrap around his neck, pulling myself up to kiss his soft lips once again. His hands tighten their grip on my hips as he deepens the kiss.

“We have to finish packing.” He pulls away breathlessly.

“That we do.” I shake my head.

“We can continue that later tonight.” He gives me a cheeky smirk.

I nod as my cheeks are deepening to another shade of red.

I grab some blankets, pillows, and search for sleeping bags in the closet downstairs.

We pack some food for the small trip before heading over to Embry’s house to pick up his tent and clothes for him to wear.

I look around for Tiffany while we were here, alas she had to have been working.

“Have you talked to her the last few days or have you been completely MIA?” I ask as he packs a backpack for himself.

“She thought I was camping with everyone. We’re in contact.” He looks back at me.

“Good. I don’t want her to worry herself to death.” I smile at him.

“Me neither.” He sighs.

We make our way back to my car and he leads the way to a site of his choice.

“I’ll give it to you, Em. You know these woods better than anyone else.” I chuckle.

“I know, I’m basically a map now.” He laughs, pointing in the direction to turn.

I follow his navigation and after an hour or so of driving, we eventually make it to a trail leading to a clearing, thankfully a bathroom within walking distance.

We grab all of our stuff and begin our journey to the clearing. Embry and I set up the tent relatively quickly.

“I’m hungry.” Embry whines.

“You’re always hungry.” I giggle.

“Yeah, and?” He laughs.

“So let’s eat.” I smile, reaching into the food we packed.

I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I pull it out to see a text from Alyssa.

“Hey (Y/N), are you free tomorrow?” - Alyssa

“Yes I am. Do you wanna come over for a pizza and movie night?” - me

“Sure, sounds good. Should I bring anything?” - Alyssa

“Nope. I can invite my friends, too. If you’d like. :)” - me

“That sounds fun.” - Alyssa

“Okay, come for like 6.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

I place the phone back in my pocket after sending her my address and take a sip of water.

“We should invite everyone over tomorrow at seven. I told Alyssa there would be a pizza and movie night at my house, but she’s coming at six.”

“Sounds fun, I’ll send a text in the group chat.” He says, pulling his phone out.

“Great.” I smile.

We finished eating and cleaned everything up.

“Can we go on a hike?” I ask.

“Of course, beautiful.” His large hand reaches out for mine, pulling me off the stump I sat on.

I follow Embry’s lead the whole walk, which took about an hour or so. We played a lot of iSpy on the way, though.

A chipmunk, the recycling bin, the bag of cheetos someone left on the floor (which I picked up and threw out), the trees, my backpack, and the dog poop someone didn’t pick up like they were supposed to. Those were the answers to the iSpy game we had.

“Okay, we’re here.” Embry smiles.

“Wow, it’s beautiful.” I admire the view.

We were in a canyon of sorts, admiring some of the beauty that the Olympic National Forest has to offer. I look down, noticing the drop off, my heartbeat beginning to race.

“I won’t let you fall, bean.” His arm wrapping around my waist.

“Thank you.” I continue to look around.

Embry always washed my fears away easily. Being with Embry made me feel invincible. I felt all my worries melt away.

I look over at him, smiling at the beautiful boy.

We sat there for a few hours, enjoying each other’s company as well as the view before heading back to the campsite.

It was beginning to get dark and I heard Embry’s stomach grumbling.

“I can start the fire and then we can eat.” I smile at him.

“Sounds good to me, bean.” I felt warm, soft lips press to my temple.

The light from the fire created cast orange all around it, the crackling soothing my ears. The smell bringing me a new sense of peace.

Embry and I ate dinner and roasted s’mores. I sat basically velcroed to his side, just how I like.

“Look at the stars.” He points up to the sky.

“Wow.” I breathe out.

“Come on, let’s stargaze.” He grabs my hand, leading me over to the picnic table at our site.

We lay on it, both of us laying our heads on his arms.

“I like that one.” I point up to the sky.

“Which one? There’s like forty in that direction.” He chuckles.

“That one, Em.” I point again.

“Ahhh, nice. It’s pretty.” He agrees.

“You don’t even know which one I’m talking about.” I giggle.

“I don’t have to. I know it’s beautiful, they all are. Just like you.” He presses a kiss to my cheek.

I turn over to him and press my lips to his. His hands once again find my hips, pulling me into his side.

“Maybe we should go into the tent.” I raise an eyebrow.

“I think we should.” His smirk sends chills up my spine.

And so we did, we took it to the tent.

Soon after, we fell asleep holding each other.

In the morning, the smell of the trees pleasantly invaded their way into my senses. The heat from the sun invading through the polyester walls.

“Good morning.” Embry’s raspy morning voice once again sending chills up my spine.

“Morning, Em.” I smile at him.

“Let’s eat.” He smiles, springing himself up from the sleeping bag.

“You got it.” I smile, following suit.

I caught Embry staring at me, once again. Not something out of the ordinary, though I always wondered why.

“What’s wrong, do I have something on my face?” I ask.

“No, it’s just you. You’re so beautiful.” A blush finds its way to his cheeks, following an uncontrollable grin.

“Awe, Em.” I coo, walking myself over and sitting in his lap.

“I just feel so lucky.” He breathes into my neck.

“Me too. Like the luckiest girl in the world.” I smile, pressing a kiss to his warm cheek.

Sitting in Embry’s presence felt better than merely being near anyone else. It was as if sitting in silence with Embry could beat any conversation with anyone else. I guess that’s a soulmate, though.

“What time is it?” I ask him.

“A little past noon.” He shrugs.

“Okay. So who’s coming tonight?”

“Well, Seth and Leah for sure. Jacob can’t because he’s basically broken in half for a bit longer. Quil said he would. Overall, the rest of them said they’re busy with their friends or families. Well, Jared said he’s too busy ‘doing hot girl shit,’ whatever that means.”

“Alright. Good for Jared, I think that’s a tik tok thing. But Seth, Leah, Quil, Alyssa, and us sounds like a good group.” I chuckle.

“It definitely is.” He laughs, pulling me closer to his chest.

“Well, we should probably head home soon. By the time we got back it’s gonna be after three. And then cleaning all this crap up.” I sigh.

“We can do this again, whenever you want to.” He smiles at me.

“I would like that.” I press a kiss to his forehead.

His warm chest felt like home, and maybe that’s why I always felt like Forks was my home. It was my ticket to Embry my whole life.

We pack up the site and make our hike back down the trail to my car. The drive back once again blasting our shared playlist, revisiting all the feelings we held secret for years.

Embry insisted we stop at his house first since his mother was at work. My heart ached for both him and his mother. Secrets like this are good for neither of them, I couldn’t imagine the pain it brought to them.

The drive to my house was quick, and unpacking all of our stuff didn’t take too long.

I check the time and see it to be after 3:30.

“Well, what can we do now?” I look over to Embry.

“Well, we could get stuff ready. Or we can make out.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me.

“I mean, one of those is far more tempting than the other.” I smirk, walking closer to him.

Next thing I knew, we were on my couch, his warm body pressed against mine. His soft lips pressing onto mine with slight aggression. Embry drove me nuts, there was no denying that.

Some time later, we pulled apart breathlessly.

“Maybe I should get the living room ready.” I smile at him.

“I think so.” He kisses my forehead.

I grab pillows and blankets, creating a comfortable area on the floor for whoever decides to take that instead of the couches. Also blankets for Alyssa and I, as most people who don’t run 108.9 like when they watch movies. I grab snacks and drinks from the latest grocery shopping trip and bring them into the living room, leaving them on the coffee table.

“Alyssa should be getting here soon.” I say happily.

“You excited to see her?” Embry asks me with a kind smile.

“Very. That was one of my only actual friends in Forks.” I return his smile back to him.

“That’s exciting. And now she gets to meet all your La Push friends.”

“She does. And it will be great to finally have some merger there.”

We sat back on the couch, chatting about more things to do on the next camping trip as we were much less limited than others in terms of safety and location. Discussing a group trip with our friends.

Our conversation was interrupted by a knock on my front door.

“Alyssa!” I swing the door open, smiling.

“(Y/N)!” She laughs.

“Come in, let’s catch up.” I pull her in for a hug.

“Yes please.” She giggles.

“Nobody else is gonna be here for an hour, I left that for us to talk about life.” I chuckle.

“Sounds like a plan.”

“I’ll go take a nap, let you guys have your girl talk.” Embry says, kissing my forehead before waving and jogging upstairs to my room.

“So… how is life? How is everything?” I ask.

“Well, my girlfriend and I broke up about a year ago. She cheated on me. So that wasn’t fun, but other than that I’m doing great. I got the program I wanted to a few months ago, I’m gonna become a teacher.” She smiled.

“That’s incredible! Congrats. On the school thing. But as for Chelsea? Seriously? You guys were together from like freshman year of high school. What a witch.” I look at her with comforting eyes.

“Yeah, right? She’s not worth being sad about anymore, though. I’m ready to have fun again, I’ve been okay for a while. I go to school in the fall and I’ll be dorming. I’m quite excited. What’re you doing for school?” She smiles at me.

“Well, I got into the program I want, too. I’m going to be going online, though. But I’m studying economics, I think I want to go to law school.” I smile.

“That’s great! Congratulations.” She beams.

“Right. Wait, where are you going to school?”

“University of Washington. I’m excited.”

“No shot, me too.” I smile.

“No way, you’ll have to come hang out at my dorm sometimes. You’re gonna need to make friends.” She encourages me.

“That sounds like fun.”

We catch up some more before I notice the time. I decided to call to order the pizza at 6:45, that way it would come shortly after people got here. I ordered five pies.

“Five pies? How many of your other friends are coming?” She asks.

“Uhh, I think there’s gonna be like six of us all together.” I shrug.

“Don’t you think that five pies is a lot?” She asks me, raising her eyebrow.

“Definitely not with them. There is no end to their hunger.” I laugh.

“If you say so.” She laughs, doubting my words.

“You’ll see.” I chimed.

I tell her that I should go wake Embry up and begin my walk up the stairs.

I open my door and she his silhouette laying in the bed. The darkness of my room made it impossible to make much else out.

“Embry, wake up.” I say walking over to my bed.

“Already?” He laughs.

“Yeah, already.” I chuckle, placing a hand on his shoulder to wake him up.

“Alright, only for you.” He sits up, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“Thanks. Let’s get downstairs.” I mumble, thankfully the darkness hid the reddening of my cheeks at his softspoken words.

“Good morning, Alyssa.�� Embry yawns from the stairway.

“Good morning?” She laughs at his goofiness.

A knock at the door interrupts us. I walk over to see Quil, Seth, and Leah.

“Hey!” I smile.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Seth beams with his contagious smile.

“What’s up, dork?” Quil laughs.

“Hey, (Y/N).” Leah says softly, smiling at me.

“Come on in, the pizza should be here soon.”

“Thank god, I’m starving.” Quil huffs.

“I just watched you eat two big macs an hour ago.” Leah looks at him.

“Okay, and?” He laughs.

“Alright everyone, this is my friend Alyssa. Alyssa this is Quil, Seth, and Leah.” I smile, pointing to everyone down the line.

“Hello.” She smiles, waving at everyone. Looking at them as I point.

Though her face stopped at one.

I look and follow her gaze, noticing it stopped at the last face. Leah’s.

Leah had a dazed look on her face, mouth slightly agape.

My eyes widen, looking at Embry’s face that mimicked my shock. In fact, so did Quil’s and Seth’s.

“Hey.” Alyssa exhales.

“Hi.” Leah mumbled, her face quickly turning to one of confusion.

“Oh, this took a turn.” Quil mumbled, in which Seth quickly swatted him with his arm.

I gave Quil a glare, letting him know that now was not a time for jokes.

“Alright, so let’s pick a movie. What movie?” I ask everyone, trying to break the silence.

“Let’s watch The Cat in The Hat.” Quil chuckles.

“It’s a true cinematic masterpiece.” Embry agrees.

“What is wrong with you?” I laugh.

“I mean, it is really funny. We used to talk about it in class all the time.” Alyssa laughs.

“You’re right. Is everyone good with watching that? I think we all need a good laugh.” I smile.

“Yeah. That works.” Leah mumbles.

“Sure. I’m down to watch anything.” Seth smiles.

“Great.” I turn the TV on and begin playing the movie.

Leah takes a spot on the floor by herself, in front of Quil and Seth that took the couch next to the one that Embry and I sat on. Alyssa found herself a spot on the other side of me.

About fifteen minutes into this nonsense, I hear knocking at the door once again.

“Do you want me to pause it, babe?” Embry asks.

“Please don’t.” I smile and walk to the door to get the pizza.

“Your loss.” Quil huffs, laughing at the movie.

I roll my eyes as I get the pizza from the door.

“Let me help you.” I hear Leah say behind me, grabbing the pizza from me so I can pay the delivery guy.

“Thanks, Leah. You can keep the change.” I smile at him.

“You got it. Where’s your bathroom? Also can I borrow a warmer shirt? I’m cold.” She asks, putting the pizza down next to the snacks on the coffee table.

I look at her confused, as she knows where the bathroom is down here, also because this girl would never be cold. It’s then that I noticed the look in her eyes. She didn’t have to use the bathroom and she wasn’t cold. She needed to talk and she needed to talk now.

“You can use the one upstairs, there’s one next to my room. I’ll show you where it is and I’ll get you a sweater.” I nod.

“I’m kinda cold, too. Can I also have a sweater?” Seth asks, noticing the discomfort in his sister.

Quil and Embry look at Seth with a dumbfounded look, though I wave them off.

“Uh, yeah. Come follow, too.” I manage to say.

All three of us walk up the stairs and into my room.

“Are you okay?” I ask Leah, shutting my door.

“I don’t know, I’m so confused.” She says softly,

“I understand. That was a lot.” I lay a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Seth walks over and places another comforting hand on Leah’s other arm.

“I just… Everything I saw felt so right. I just, I don’t know her. I didn’t think I would imprint on a woman. It’s not even that I’m mad about it, I always felt attracted to some women, I just never actually dated any. I just assumed I either wouldn’t imprint or I would imprint on a man, because none of the guys ever imprinted on another guy, even in the stories. But what do I make of it?” She asks me in a panic, speaking a million miles a minute.

“I know, I know. Of course it feels right, it’s supposed to. But just remember, it doesn’t have to be romantic if you don’t want it to be.” I remind her.

“It was in what I saw. I saw us together, I saw us happily holding hands. I saw us kissing. I saw us cuddling by a fire. I saw it all.” She looks at me with concerned eyes.

“Leah, it’s okay. It’s all okay. That’s beautiful, if it’s what you want.” I say.

“Leah, if you’re afraid about imprinting on another woman, don’t worry about that. I don’t care. Mom doesn’t care. Nobody here would care. We love you for you and we want you to be happy.” Seth rubs her back comfortingly.

“You mean that?” Her lip starts to quiver.

“Of course. You’re my sister, you’re my best friend.” Seth pulls her into a hug.

“Leah, I’m here for you every step of the way. We all are. I think that you should be her friend, see how that goes. If it develops further, then it does. If not, don’t stress. You’d then have another best friend.” I smile at her.

“Thank you.” She smiles, nodding her head and hugging me.

“Who knows, Leah? Take things as they come. We’ll be here every step of the way, okay?”

“Okay.” She nods.

“Bring it in.” Seth grabs us both and pulls us into a huge hug.

The crushing weight of his arms was one that felt really nice. I felt all the love in this hug. We stay like this for a few moments before I break the silence.

“Let’s go get some pizza before Quil and Embry eat it all. Or torture Alyssa.” I laugh.

“You’re right. We’ve been up here a little long.” Leah smiles softly.

“They better have saved us some pizza.” Seth huffs.

“I’m sure they did. They might’ve killed two pies already, though.” I chuckle walking out of my room and down the stairs, Seth and Leah trailing close behind.

“Welcome back, you missed a lot.” Quil chuckles.

“Shut up. There better be pizza left.” I glare at him and Embry.

“There is, there is.” Embry defends, placing his hands up in surrender, chewing on his pizza.

“Good, I’m starving.” Seth says, grabbing two slices from the box.

Leah and I both grab a slice before sitting back in our spots.

“Where’s your sweater, Seth?” Quil teases.

“They didn’t fit him.” I look at Quil with hard eyes.

“Yeah, it was a shame.” Seth laughs on the couch.

The rest of the movie was filled with laughter. I sat in Embry’s lap, appreciating the warmth he brought me.

“Next movie?” Embry asks.

“We can watch Jackass.” Quil suggests.

“Oh yeah, because you guys just need ideas. You, Paul, and Jared will be tearing up the town by tomorrow morning if we watch that.” I laugh.

“You got me there.” Quil laughs.

“Great, it’s settled. We’re watching Mean Girls.” I announce.

“Oh god.” Quil whines.

“It’s a great movie, you’re gonna love it at the end of the night. You’ll be quoting it, guaranteed.” I tell him.

“It is a great movie.” Alyssa agrees.

So we watch it, and halfway through the movie I notice that nobody is more invested than Quil, Embry, and Seth. Causing the girls and I to laugh at them.

After the movie ended, we all began to get up and stretch.

“Thank you for having me, (Y/N). I think I’m gonna get going now, though. I have work in the morning but I had fun, we should all hang out again some time. It was great to meet you all.” She smiles, hugging me goodbye.

“Yeah, of course, we should hang out again soon. I’ll walk you to the door.” I smile, leading Alyssa to the door and watching her get into her car, noticing Leah do just the same.

“Thank you!” She calls out as she gets into her car.

I waved goodbye before shutting the door as she drove off.

“Well, we should all probably get going soon.” Leah trails off.

“Alright, I’ll see you guys soon.” I smile before I pull her into a really tight hug.

“Thank you.” She whispers in my ear before pulling away.

“Bye, (Y/N). Thanks for having us. I had fun.” He smiles before they take off.

“I mean, I should probably leave, too. I know you guys value your alone time, now.” Quil wiggles his eyebrows.

“Shut up, dick.” Embry pulls him into a headlock, giving him a noogie.

“That’s a weird way to say thank you for helping you not be a father at 18, but okay.” He laughs, wrestling Embry back.

“Thanks, Quil. I thank you for your help. But Embry did say he would do this.” I giggle.

“Fine, go get your own condoms from now on. I’m not taking them from Paul for you anymore!” He laughs as they roll around.

“You stole them from Paul?” I laugh from the couch.

“Yeah, I hold you two with a very high value.” Quil tells me.

“I see. Enough to risk a beating from Paul.” I laugh.

They both eventually tire themselves out and joining me on the couch.

“You guys done, yet?” I ask.

“Yeah, I just had to kick his ass.” Embry kisses my temple.

“Still a weird way to thank me.” Quil laughs.

I can’t help but laugh at my two goofy ass best friends.

“I should go, and you should go home for once before your mom has a heart attack.” Quil says, looking at Embry.

“You’re right.” He sighs, standing up.

“You should, she probably misses you.” I encourage him.

“I know. I love you, bean. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He presses a kiss to my forehead.

“Sounds good.” I smile, hugging him.

“Embry, you don’t talk to me like that. I’m hurt.” Quil places a hand over his chest, faking a pained face.

“Oh shut it.” Embry shoves him, laughing.

“Goodnight, guys. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I watch as they walk over to the treeline, knowing exactly how they were getting to their homes.

I go up into my room and lay in bed, reliving the last few days of my life.

How fuckin nuts that just two days ago I was face to face with vampires that wanted to kill me.

And tonight I watched The Cat in The Hat.

Man, life’s pretty weird.

I pick up my phone and sent a text to Embry.

I love you.

I put the phone on my nightstand, and drifted off.

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ethereal-bang · 4 years

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Stormy Night

Authors Note: Hey guys!! It’s finally here, my first fic to post! AANNND ITS SEUNGMIN SMUT YOU’RE WELCOME this probably seems very rough and rushed and I’m sorry lol it’s my first time writing smut and my first time in a few years writing a fic, but I’m really happy with it!

Characters: Seungmin x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.3k (oops lol)

Type: Friends to Lovers, An equal amount of fluff as there is smut “There’s enough room on the bed for both of us”, somewhat of a buildup

This piece of fiction is intended for adult audiences, 18+ ONLY

Watching the rain as it hits the windshield, a mild feeling of panic starts to wash over you. The storm was getting bad, and it would be getting dark pretty soon. Looking back on it, maybe taking the 18 hour road trip home with Seungmin wasn’t the smartest idea you’d had. You were nearly half way there, so close but so far to your hometown, where you insisted--no, begged for Seungmin to come with you due to a family wedding that you wanted no part in, but were obligated to be at. Not to mention, your cousins had been pestering you about when you were finally going to bring a plus one to such important family gatherings.

“So Y/N,” your cousin started, and you immediately feel a little panic set in, knowing where this was going. “Is your boyfriend coming with you to Jennie’s wedding? I mean..you do have a boyfriend, right?” You can hear the smirk in her voice over the phone, asking about the wedding that you would be attending this weekend. Every time one of these events take place, she’s always there to make fun of your relationship-- or lack thereof. Searching around the room as you try to think of an excuse, your eyes land on your best friend, Seungmin, who is sitting on the couch watching some drama he had turned on when your cousin called. An idea forming, you slowly smile. “Actually..yes. I am bringing my boyfriend with me.” At your words, Seungmin’s ears perk up and he turns to look at you. Eyes going wide, he immediately catches onto your plan, mouthing words of protest at you as you try to wave him off. “Yes. We will make sure to be there by noon. Okay, I’ve gotta go, I’ll talk to you later bye!” You tell your cousin, quickly getting her off the phone as Seungmin has now stood up and was making his way towards you.

Hanging up the phone, Seungmin looks at you like you're crazy. “No.” He says quickly, not letting you get a word in edgewise. “No. I am NOT going to play boyfriend at this wedding. Please don’t make me do it,” he pleads, eyes going wide. “Seungmiiiinnnn,” you whine, “it’ll only be for a weekend, please just hear me out!” you beg. He shakes his head in resistance and you groan, throwing yourself onto the couch. “Pleeease. I’ll do anything!” At this, he stops. “Anything?” You nod at him, looking hopeful. “Do my biology homework for a week and you’ve got yourself a deal.” You smile at him, surprise taking over your features. “Done.” you beam, and he groans, not thinking you would actually agree.

And that was how you got here, Seungmin volunteering to drive the first half of the way. However, you weren’t expecting the rain to hit as hard as it was. Sensing you were a tad bit anxious at the growing storm, Seungmin takes a hand off the steering wheel and places it on your thigh. You really wish he wouldn’t do that.

It’s no secret that your best friend is attractive. Seungmin is a traditionally handsome kinda guy-- brown, soft hair, big chocolate eyes that scrunch at the corners when he smiles and a laugh that can brighten anyone’s day. You take a second to appreciate said features, hoping that he wouldn’t notice the blush making its way to your cheeks and focusing on the road instead.

Yeah...so maybe you have a thing for your best friend. No big deal.

A loud crack of thunder pulls you out of your trance, and it starts to rain even harder, if that was even possible. “Seungmin..” you start, voice small, “maybe we should stop somewhere, just until the rain calms down a little.” Your eyes are drawn to a road marker: “LODGING: EXIT 15 (1.5 miles)” Pointing it out to Seungmin, he nods and keeps an eye out for the next exit, which should be quickly approaching. “You’re right, man who would’ve thought it would rain this bad..” he says, trying to keep the car on the road despite the rain making it hard to see.

Soon enough, you see the neon lights of a hotel come into view. Seungmin, sighing with relief now that he won’t be driving in the dangerous weather, pulls into the parking lot. “You stay here, I’ll head inside and get us a room,” He says, undoing his seatbelt and pulling the hood on his jacket tight. You nod in response, watching him jog through the parking lot and into the lobby. You focus on the sounds of the rain, now oddly calming as you know you’re not going to be in it. Really, you were just worried about this wedding, wanting it to go well and hope that no one will see through the little act you’re about to put on with your best friend.

A few minutes later, Seungmin runs back out to the car. Brandishing a key on a little feather chain, he smiles at you. “Got the room, let’s go on up.” You grab your backpacks that were sitting in the back seat, and follow Seungmin to the room. Upon opening the door, you take a look around at the place you’ll call home for the night. A patterned rug, wall lights soft but warm which make the room feel oddly cozy, and dark red curtains make you laugh, feeling comfort in the very stereotypical decor. That is, until your eyes fall on the bed.

That’s right, the bed. One bed. For the two of you.

Now, you’ve had sleepovers with Seungmin plenty of times, memories of all nighters before finals and drunken celebrations crossing your mind. However, when he stayed over you almost always ended up falling asleep on the couch; TV playing a movie that eventually neither of you could keep your minds focused on, too occupied with the idea of sweet sweet sleep. Your back might have hated you for not sleeping in your own bed, but waking up on the couch with Seungmin’s head resting atop yours was something you’ll always find comfort in; his hair tickling your forehead as you take in your surroundings.

“Only one bed?” You ask him, feeling a little nervous. “Yeah, it was all they had left..I can sleep on the floor if you want me to, it’s no big deal.” He shrugs as he sets his bag down on the table near the front door. The idea of him sleeping on a hotel carpet does not sit well with you, thinking of how many people have been through this room and questioning just what has went down here. “No no it’s okay. I don’t want you sleeping on the floor. There’s enough room on the bed for the both of us “ You say, trying to hide the nervous tint in your voice. “Are you sure?” He asks and you nod your head, not wanting your voice to betray you. Shrugging his shoulders, Seungmin announces that he’s going to take a shower, feeling gross after being in the car since the early hours of the morning and being caught in the rain.

You get comfortable in the hotel room, setting your things down and getting ready to let sleep take you over. While laying in the bed, as close to one side as you possibly can, you scroll through your social media as Seungmin finally makes his way out of the bathroom. Glancing up at him from your screen, you hold back a gasp as you take in the way he looks: Hair still a little wet, a fresh tshirt that fits his arms just right and his grey sweatpants sitting a little low on his hips making you want to lift his shirt and kiss the exposed skin. Your mind goes absolutely insane as you try to push the thoughts away, wanting to get some sleep.

Picking up the covers, Seungmin slides in next to you and chuckles about how apprehensive you seem. “You know, Y/N, you’re almost falling off the bed. You don’t have to be so far away.” he says, getting under the covers and making himself comfy. “No, really, I’m alright,” you lie to him, wanting to maintain your distance otherwise your sanity will slowly chip away. Even with the small distance in between you, you can smell the cinnamon of his body wash, one that you’ve definitely used on the occasional chance that you’ve stayed at his apartment. The scent is almost intoxicating, because it’s just purely..Seungmin. “Okay, suit yourself. Try and get some sleep, I set an alarm for the morning so we’ll be fine,” he says, punctuating his sentence with a yawn. You set your phone down on the side table and turn off the lamp, closing your eyes and trying to fall asleep, willing away dreams of the boy who is snoring peacefully next to you. (Seriously? How did he fall asleep so fast?)

You almost had a peaceful sleep. Almost.

You’re unsure how much time has passed, but your slumber was rudely interrupted by a very bright strike of lightning, loud thunder following not too close behind. The sound made you wake in a panic, heart racing and sitting straight up in bed. Once you realized what was happening you lay back down, trying to relax yourself back to sleep.

It wasn’t working. The lightning and thunder continued, and for some reason you just cannot bring your brain to calm down enough. Tossing and turning, you’re thankful that the darkness can hide the blush on your cheeks as you take in Seungmin’s sleeping form. His mouth is partially open, soft snores emitting from it and making you smile. His hair has dried, fluffy and falling into his eyes where his lashes cast a delicate shadow onto his cheeks.

Another crack of thunder makes you jump, and this time it was loud enough to make Seungmin stir too. Afraid he would wake up and catch you staring at him, you quickly shut your eyes, pretending to be asleep and praying that your best friend wouldn’t be able to hear your heart pounding in your chest.

You hear Seungmin take in a deep breath, and he scoots a little closer to you. “I know you’re awake,” you hear him say, and the gentle yet sleepy tone makes you open your eyes, even though you were desperately trying to get yourself to fall asleep. Taking a look at him, you try to hide the fact that you’re a little flustered, but that isn’t easy as Seungmin reaches across the space in between you and pulls you into his chest. If he couldn’t hear your heart beating before, he should be able to feel it by now, but sure enough you relaxed in his hold, as if you were made for his arms to be wrapped around you. Seungmin runs his fingers through your hair in a slightly comforting gesture. “Thunderstorm keeping you up?” He asks quietly, and you nod your head. “It’s gotten worse. I hope it lets up before we have to leave…” you trail off, and Seungmin just shushes you, the patterns he’s drawing on his scalp slowing to a stop as he holds you.

Taking a chance, you look up at your best friend, nose touching his chin as he lays there with his eyes closed. Sensing your stare, he pulls away a little and looks at you, and that’s when you see it. Something is there, but you’re not quite able to make it out.

That is, until suddenly Seungmin is leaning down towards you, face coming closer slowly as if to gauge your reaction. Taking the plunge, you meet him halfway in a searing kiss, one that you did not expect to come from him right now, or ever.

You were always positive that your feelings for Seungmin were unrequited, looking for signs that he may have even the littlest bit of feelings for you over the years. Maybe you’re just oblivious, but all of those thoughts fly out the window at the feeling of his lips on yours, the hand that was once on your waist now on your cheek, his other hand still in your hair.

You stay like that for a few minutes, just kissing, enjoying the fact that you’re both finally getting what you wanted. You’re the first one to pull away, out of breath and absolutely smitten.

“You,” Seungmin starts, a shy smile on his lips as he looks at your pink cheeks, “have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for,” he confesses, and it makes you smile. “Well, why’d you stop?” you tease and pull him back down for another kiss.

The first kiss was gentle, loving, sweet. Everything you ever expected of Kim Seungmin. The second kiss, however, turned into something deeper, more sensual and passionate as you swiped your tongue along his bottom lip, him granting you access but immediately fighting you for dominance. You let him win, giving into the feelings that were slowly forming in the pit of your stomach. His hold on you tightens, and he pushes you into the mattress, hovering over you while still driving you absolutely insane. His hands move under your shirt, the brunette tracing circles on your hip bones that automatically start a fire inside of you. His kisses move down to your neck, biting on a spot between your neck and your collarbone which elicits a small groan of his name from your mouth.

“Fuck,” he says under his breath, the noise you made clearly affecting him. He pushes his hands farther up your shirt and looks at you for permission. “Can I?” he asks, and you simply nod your head, raising your arms to help him get you out of your shirt.

Being in front of Seungmin in this way was totally new-- the most he’s ever seen of you is in a bikini, and even then you wore a tshirt over it more often than not. You go to cover yourself but Seungmin moves your arms away and his lips immediately attach to your chest, making eye contact with you as his tongue runs across your nipple. Seungmin seems to be spurred on by the noises you’re making, running his hands up and down your sides, going lower each time but refusing to put his hands where you really want them. He pulls away for a quick moment, and you whine at the loss of contact. Seungmin sits up, a chuckle falling from his lips as he takes off his own tshirt, and you can’t help but stare at the lithe body that’s presented before you. You’ve always known he was in shape, but watching his muscles flex with each movement he makes suddenly makes you very impatient.

Suddenly he’s back on you, lips traveling farther down to your core and the knot in your stomach tightens a little bit more with each kiss he leaves on your body. “You,” he begins, “are the most. Beautiful. Woman. I. have. Ever. seen.” he accentuates each word with a kiss, starting at your ribcage and ending on your inner thighs. His lips are ghosting your core, opting to continue the sweet kisses on your inner thighs. “Seungmin..please,” you whine out, a hand moving down to grip his hair. “What do you want, baby? I need you to use your words,” he says with a smirk on his face.

“Seungmin please. I need your tongue, your fingers, fuck anything just...touch me. Please,” you beg him. Happy to hear your breathy moans, he finally slips off your sleep shorts and your underwear at once, running a finger through your folds. “So, so pretty,” he says in amazement, reveling in the fact that you’re soaked, and it’s all for him.

Seungmin begins placing soft kitten licks to your clit, the feeling making you want to roll your eyes into the back of your head. Instead you opt to watch him, his eyes completely blown with lust as he adds a finger to the mix. Looking up at you to gauge your reaction, Seungmin is more than happy with what he sees. Your eyes have gone dark, trying not to throw your head back in pleasure because you want to watch as he slowly has you falling apart around him.

The feeling of his finger inside you makes you whimper. It’s nice, but it’s nowhere near enough. “Seungmin..please stop teasing,” you beg him. He looks up at you questioningly. “Nu uh baby, I have to get you ready for me,” “I am ready for you, Seungmin, God please-- just fuck me,”

Hearing the absolute desperation in your voice, he decides to grant you mercy, removing his fingers and pulling your legs up a little higher. “You sure?” he asks once more, looking for your consent before you cross a boundary that the two of you will never be able to come back from. You pull him down to you for a kiss, hoping that he can feel all of the emotions you’re pouring into it. “Seungmin, I want you. In every sense of the word. I have never been so sure about something,” you say. With a gentle smile on his lips, he leans back to pull down his sweatpants, cock springing up against his stomach. You feel your heart begin to beat even faster-- as if that was possible-- knowing what was coming.

Seungmin runs the head of his cock in between your folds, something that has you keening with pleasure and excitement. Leaning close to you, he takes your hand in his, and uses his free hand to guide his cock into your entrance. Seungmin lets out a deep groan that mirrors your own, getting lost in the feeling of how tight you feel around him. The stretch stings for just a moment, but is soon replaced with a feeling of absolute euphoria. It’s like Seungmin was made for you; feeling absolutely full once he bottoms out. He stays like that for a moment or two, letting you get adjusted to the feeling as he peppers kisses on your neck, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You wiggle your hips just a bit, and Seungmin gets the hint. Slowly pulling out, you moan at the feeling of him inside you. He picks up a steady pace, not too fast but not agonizingly slow.

The only sounds that can be heard in the room are skin slapping, and your moans mixed with Seungmin’s quieter noises as well. “F-fuck,” he stutters, hips starting to move faster, hitting you harder and looking for your gspot. “S-seungmin dont..d-dont stop,” you say, the knot in your stomach turning white hot as he continued.

Seungmin leans in closer to you, your legs pushed up against your chest and the position has you seeing stars. Feeling your wall clench around him, one of Seungmin’s hands travels down to your clit, rubbing fast circles. His high was approaching too, but he wanted to make sure that you came before he did. “Oh my god,” you breathe out as the knot in your stomach finally snaps, vision going white and the only thing coming from your mouth is Seungmin’s name, repeated like a mantra that you would live by your entire life. Not even seconds later Seungmin’s orgasm comes, triggered by your wall tightening around him. You feel him fill you completely, a soft moan let out as you both finally come down from your highs.

Pulling out and laying back down beside you, Seungmin pulls you close to him once again. “I meant what I said, you know. About wanting you. I do. All of the time,” you quietly say, still a little out of breath and your cheeks flushing pink. Throwing his arm over your waist, he presses a kiss to your cheek. “I know. I want you too, always. Y/N, would you do me the honors and be my actual girlfriend?” He asks, looking you in the eyes. You smile softly, leaning into kiss him once more.

“Absolutely,” you say, right before sleep takes you, the thunderstorm completely forgotten.

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brelione · 4 years

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Please Dont Break My Heart Pt.1 (JJ Maybank X Reader)

Warnings:Not proof read,pretty much trash.

JJ would be lying if he said that he didnt have a thing for you.You were known pretty well as both a heartbreaker and a sweetheart.Neither of those really made sense,it was like trying to mix water and olive oil.It just couldnt happen.You were a kook but werent considered one of the bad ones that would stare in disgust at every pogue they saw.

You were actually known to be quite friendly with pogues,even dating a handful of them.You’d date someone for three months and then drop their asses with no explanation why.It was like clockwork.It seemed like you got bored easily,hopping from one boy to the next.

There was pretty much a line of boys,both kooks and pogues ready to shoot their shot,be yours for three months and then get their hearts broken.Unfortunately JJ could relate,wishing that you’d come up to him one day with that well known smile,shining eyes asking him to hang out sometime.He would consider himself lucky to even be so close to you,to hold your hand and touch your hair whenever he pleased.

Even if it only lasted three months and you were using him he wouldnt even care.He didnt even know why he wanted you so much or what he liked about you.He sat by a fire,Kiara and Pope within his view as he spoke to your most recent ex,a blonde boy named Dylan.He was sniffling,not understanding why you had left him.

John.B say next to JJ,interested in the conversation that was currently about you. “So what’s she like?Is she rude or like...I dunno.”JJ shrugged,trying to form his questions into actual words.Dylan huffed,staring into the flames. “No,man.She’s nice as hell and she’s funny and she dances around her living room and she likes to surf and bake and-and oh god I fucking miss her.”Dylan sobbed,wiping his tears.

JJ had heard the same story from eight guys,that you were sweet and genuine and how they thought they were different from the others until you broke them too.JJ felt bad for them of course but more than anything he wanted to know the reason for your constant heartbreaking and manipulating.He felt even worse because he wanted you to manipulate him.

He tried to listen to Dylan talk,zoning out eventually.Technically he was in the line of guys that were ready to have their heart broken and you probably knew that.That meant that he could be the next boy to be yours.It was wrong of him to think that way and he knew that.He had watched this pattern for two years now,waiting for his turn patiently and never daring to interfere but beginning to think about what would happen this time.He wanted this to be the best summer ever,to have a good time all the time.You could most definitely make this the best summer ever which meant that he needed to be number one in your line.

It had been a week since you broke Dylan’s heart.He was good to you,never yelled at you or treated you wrong.He let you take his hoodies and gave you forehead kisses and piggy back rides down the beach.You were his lockscreen and he was yours,doing whatever you wanted whenever you wanted,including braiding your hair for you and going for swims in your pool at three in the morning.

But he was getting too close to you and deep down you knew that nobody could be that perfect.You didnt want to hurt anyone which was why you let go of them so quickly and so easily,you’d hurt them more if you let them stick around.You didnt even know what your type was or if you even had one,you just needed something different.

You were definitely known for breaking peoples hearts which was definitely not a good reputation to have but it was better than being a drug dealer or a crackhead,both of which had been interested in you at one point.You wanted someone that was more like you,impulsive,excited,ready to try new things and have deep conversations at four in the morning.

You knew that none of the boys were really like that and you knew that they would just act like that in hopes of getting you to like them.There was only one boy that you could think of that fit what you wanted without pretending.That one boy was JJ Maybank.

You were nervous as hell to even look in his direction,knowing that he was probably disgusted by the thought of a rich,heartbreaking kook and wanted absolutely nothing to do with you.You had been single for a week,trying to figure out what to do about JJ.You didnt want to be with him and then leave him,you admired him far too much for that.

But you knew that you wanted to be with him.Kooks and Pogues would stare at you,drool practically falling from their lips as you walked by,waiting to see what you would do next.You sighed,scrolling through your phone,deciding to delete your photos of Dylan,pouting as you did so.You just had to hope that he was over by now,you had let him down gently anyways.

You got up off your bed,deciding to leave the house for the first time in three days,pulling on a black one piece bathing suit,a tshirt and shorts over it.It was 11 AM which meant the beaches wouldnt be crowded yet but luckily you knew your way around The Cut.That included the small rocky beaches that Dylan had shown you during a surfing trip to watch the sunset.

You got into your car,your surfboard already tied to the roof.You stopped at a Dunkin Donuts drive thru to grab a large iced coffee on the way,listening to your playlist as you drove to The Cut.You remembered Dylan taking you down a dirt road that was supposed to be covered in cement but never ended up happening.

You pulled onto the side of the road with a sigh,putting your phone in your backpack that contained a towel and a bag of m and m’s,swinging it over your shoulder and standing on your tip toes so you could pull your surfboard off the top,carrying it by your side as you walked down the dirt hills,coming out at the rocky surfing spot that was well hidden by trees.

JJ shocked himself when he woke up before noon,the others still asleep.He had sighed,debating on getting up or going back to sleep.He wasnt sure what made him want to go to the hidden surfing spot that was a good ten minute walk from John.B’s.He didnt know why he wanted to wiggle his toes in the small,smooth pebbles so badly.

He was already in his bathing suit from the night before,getting up and ditching the idea of surfing,just wanting to swim for a bit.His converse smacked off the dirt,trying his best not to slip and fall on his way down the hill,holding onto the trees for balance before landing onto the pebbles,eyebrows furrowing when he noticed another person was already here.He froze up when he realized it was you,laying on top of your surfboard that rested on the pebbles,arms crossed and eyes closed,not caring about the world.

He considered turning around and running away,grinning when he noticed you werent here with a boy.THat meant that you were still single and nobody was ready to pounce on him if he attempted to talk to you.Your head turned to look at him,scared for a moment when you thought he was Dylan. “JJ?”You asked curiously,sitting up to look at him at a proper angle.

He cussed,realizing it was too late to turn around now that you saw him.He grinned,walking towards you,looking down. “Yeah.”He answered,trying really hard not to grin,trying not to blush or back away out of embarrassment. “Hi.”You answered,staring up at him,not knowing what to say or do. “Hi.”He replied,sitting down on the pebbles across from you.

“So like,what are you doing here?”He asked,trying to make conversation.He was probably the biggest flirt on the island and you were fantastic as manipulating and charming people.Why was this so hard? “I dont know,it’s just a nice day and I thought i’d surf but the waves suck today.”You shrugged,looking out at the calm,glittery water.He nodded,agreeing. “Yeah.You ever surf during a storm?”He asked,tugging at the hem of his shirt.

You grinned,nodding. “Yeah,I tried that once or twice.I wiped out and like,almost died so that sucks for me.The waves were pretty good though,not gonna lie.”You answered,remembering that adventure from a month back.Dylan was so worried the whole time,watching from the beach as you disappeared under the waves,coming back up a few moments later to gasp for air.

“Yeah,same thing happened to me last year.I scraped my whole leg.”He admitted,trying his best not to stare at you.You turned on your surfboard,grabbing your coffee and taking a sip of it.He peeled at his fingernails,considering getting up and going into the water. “Was it worth it?”You asked,making him smile. “Um,yeah id say so.”He replied,his face becoming red.

“I probably should’ve checked the weather before I left the house,its a really shitty day.I mean,before you got here obviously.”You took another sip of coffee,mixing the sugar at the bottom.He was a blushing mess,fighting the temptation to hide his face in his hands. “So um...where’s Dylan?”He asked,wanting to see how you’d react.You let out a sigh,biting the inside of your cheek. “It just wasnt meant to be,you know?”You asked,dissapointed when you realized he was probably just trying to get in your pants.

He nodded,understanding. “Yeah,I get that.How do you know when somethings meant to be?”He asked,slowly becoming more comfortable with you.You shrugged,not even knowing the answer.You had loved people before,you had loved all the people you had dated.You just werent in love with any of them.It just never felt right which definitely scared you.SOmetimes you wondered if you ever would love anyone like that.

“I dont even know,dude.”You admitted,standing up on your surfboard,hopping onto the pebbles,taking off your shirt and shorts,feeling JJ’s eyes glued to you as you bent over to put your clothes into your bag. “But I do know that it’s hot as fuck out here and that water looks nice so im going to go drown.”You grinned before walking down to the water,going up to your hips,letting out a sigh of relief when your burning heels hit the cool water.

JJ admired you from a far,covering his face with his hands when your back was turned to him,grinning like a fucking idiot.He finally decided to get up and join you,pulling off his tank top and hat,dragging his feet through the cold water,standing next to you,glancing over at you every couple of minutes,trying to figure out what you were staring at that you found so interesting.

“What are we looking at?”He asked,not seeing anything.You shrugged,wiggling your toes in the sand. “I dont know,just the clouds I guess.”You answered,looking up at him.He licked his lips,just watching you.He had never been physically close to you for longer than a minute or two even if he felt some sort of emotional connection to you since the moment he saw you.

It was a Saturday night at the beginning of June.A boneyard party was taking place,loud music,shitty beer,heated make out sessions and random games of truth or dare.Everyone was having a good time,doing whatever they pleased and getting absolutely fucking wasted.

JJ had been sipping a cup of beer,trying to listen to Pope when he heard laughter,turning to see where it was coming from.You were on Dylan’s back,your legs around his waist,arms wrapped around his shoulders,afraid you’d fall off.JJ couldnt take his eyes off of you the whole night,watching as you sat on Dylan’s lap,the boy leaving small kisses on your neck,forehead and cheeks.

It made JJ’s heart hurt,wishing it were him.On the other hand he almost wanted to yell at Dylan and call him an itiot for thinking he was different than your ex’s while another part of him wanted to yell at Dylan and try to figure out what made him so special that you spent so much time around him.JJ’s jaw clenched when he watched you kiss Dylan,wishing it were him that you were kissing.When you left the party you were wearing Dylan’s sweatshirt,holding the boys hand and probably going back to your place.

“How’d you find this place?It’s pretty well hidden.”He looked back at the empty beach,trying to figure out if you had walked because he hadnt seen your car.You looked down into the clear water,trying to figure out how far you’d be able to go without slipping under the water.

“Uhh….Dylan showed it to me.”You replied,not wanting to make things too awkward.He nodded,not pushing any further. “I feel like Dylan didnt deserve you not gonna lie.”He admitted.Sure,he had spoken to Dylan before and thought he was an okay guy.He wasnt an asshole but he just wasnt worthy of you in JJ’s eyes.

You giggled quietly at the statement,shaking your head. “You barely know me,JJ.How do you know what I deserve?”You asked,genuinely curious for his answer.He pouted,eyebrows knitting together in frustration. “Alright,here’s what ive learned about you in like,the last fifteen minutes.”He began,a small smile on his face.You nodded,waiting for him to continue.

“So,you like dunkin donuts,you like going on adventures for the experience and you dont really worry about consequences,you like to relax most of the time and I really want to get to know more about you.”He watched your puzzled expression,a nervous grin on his face. “You want to know more about me?How would you do that?”You asked,enjoying how nervous you could make him.

He glanced down to your lips,licking his own. “You know...a date.”He mumbled,chewing on his bottom lip. “You want to go on a date?What makes you worthy of that?”You teased,using his words against him.He rolled his eyes,looking down into the water. “I mean...I dunno,you’ll have to find out for yourself.Do you want to maybe go night swimming or something later tonight?I know a spot.”He offered,remembering the small waterfall that he had gone to with John.B and Pope last year.

You thought about it.JJ seemed sweet from what you knew but it would still be weird to go to a hidden area alone at night with someone you just met.But then again if things went south you could just kick him right in the dick. “Sounds like a date,Maybank.Just come by my house whenever,i’ll drive.”You told him,deciding that you should just leave.

There were no waves to surf or much to do so it would probably be wise to go back to your house and do your laundry and take a shower.His heart thumped in his chest,feeling a bit light headed at the thought of being yours.THere was no way this was real,he thought as he watched you walk from the water,swinging your backpack over your shoulder,getting your shoes on,holding your board and disappearing into the trees and out of his view.

He had rushed back to John.B’s,looking through every single shirt and every single pair of shorts that he had there,trying to find a good combination.He couldnt wait for John.B to wake up,shaking him by the shoulders until he was swatting the blonde’s hands away.

“What?”He asked,sitting up in his bed. “Its my turn!”JJ exclaimed,not helping with the confusion. “What?”John.B asked again,making JJ sigh. “God,keep up!Its my turn to be hers!”JJ was far too excited for his tired friend,the words sounding like static. “Who?”John.B asked,not thinking.JJ rolled his eyes,grabbing his friend by the arm and into the guest room-JJ’s room.

“Which outfit should I wear?”JJ asked,gesturing tot eh outfits he had laid out on the bed.He had waited over a year for this night,he shouldve prepared an outfit the moment he heard that you and Dylan had broken up. “I dont fuckin know.I dont know what girls are into.”John.B yawned,JJ’s eyes widened as he realised the problem,running into the living room to shake Kie back and forth.

“What?”She grumbled,too tired to open her eyes. “God,fuck.”JJ cursed,throwing the girl over his shoulder and bringing her into the room,her shouts becoming annoying when he finally set her down. “Which one?”He asked,looking at the outfits.

“For what?”She asked,looking down at the clothes. “Dammit!Im going on a date tonight and I cant mess this up.”He sighed,tugging at his hair. “A date with who?”Kiara asked,not quite understanding.JJ wasnt the type to go on dates.What had changed? “(Y/N).”JJ answered,making Kiara’s heart drop. “Are you kidding?Come on,JJ.You know whats going to happen!”She exclaimed,her words changing nothing.

“Does it really matter?”He asked,really just wanting to know what outfit to wear.Kiara smacked his arm,clearly mad. “Shes going to break you like she does to everyone!Why her out of all people?Cant you find a girl who’s not a play?You guys are just going to play eachother and hurt everyone!”She exclaimed,John.B nodding in agreement. “Oh,vomit!”JJ exclaimed,making the decision for himself,folding the clothes carefully and placing them on the bed.

“Im serious,JJ!She’s gonna pretend to love you and then you’re gonna fall in love and then shes gonna break you and come running to us!”Kiara shouted,sighing loudly.JJ simply rolled his eyes,kicking his two friends out,deciding he no longer needed their opinions.He tried on the outfit,jean shorts and a gray kildare t shirt,figuring he could wear his red hat with it.

He was far too nervous for tonight.He had heard about you going on a date once only for it to go nowhere,never seeing the boy again.The boy was Max,a seventeen year old brunette that went to boneyard parties and had dropped out of highschool during junior year.JJ let his curiosity get the best of him,asking about it. “So how’d it go?”JJ had asked,sipping his beer.

Max sighed,shrugging his shoulders. “I think I was too nervous the whole time,she just wasnt really into me.She kissed me though so I think it was worth it.”Max grinned at the memory.JJ found himself thinking about you later that night as he always did,thinking differently this time.

He wanted to know what your kisses would feel like,if they were gentle or rough and where you would put your hands.He saw you kiss Dylan before,your hands in the pockets of the boys’ shorts or in his hair.JJ had imagined what that would feel like,even attempting to lucid dream but everyone knows he isnt patient enough for shit like that.

Night time came way too quick.He had showered,trying to make his hair nice for you even if he was going to place a hat on top of it anyways.His hands were gripping onto the bathroom sink tight,breathing in and out slowly,trying to remain calm before getting dressed,putting on all of his rings.

He knew where your house was.It was one of the biggest houses on the island and the driveway was painted with clouds,rainbows and mermaids so it was easy to find.He ran down the dark streets,hoping nobody would call the cops on him.He walked up your colorful driveway,stopping when lights came on across the front yard.

He didnt know what set them off,wondering if your parents knew he was coming.THe door opened,revealing you in a yellow dress,the material only going halfway down your thighs,a leather jacket hanging off of you,black and yellow vans to match.

He felt his face go red,biting his lip. “You look really-um you look really pretty.”He chuckled,feeling embarrassed.You grinned,opening the garage by typing the pin into the key pad,your black car sitting there and waiting patiently for you. “Where are we going?”You asked,taking out your keys,about to get in when he stopped you.

“Can I drive?”He asked,giving you puppy dog eyes.You sighed,holding your keys tight,eventually giving in. “If you crash my car I will kill you.”You warned him,getting in the passengers seat that you hadnt sat in in forever.He got in,almost laughing.He had never been in such an expensive car before,pulling out of the garage,the door closing behind him.

“Seriously though,if we crash I will kill you.”You spoke seriously,making him smile. “I know,princess.”He replied,beginning the drive down the smooth road,hitting bumps once the tires rolled into The Cut.Somehow you ended up holding his hand,your thumb resting on one of his veins,the coolness of the metal rings made a slight shiver go up your spine.

He tried so hard not to squeal,imagining this for nearly two years.He rubbed the back of your hand lightly with his thumb,trying his best to remain as calm as possible,pulling over in the familiar area. “It’s right down here.”He told you,squeezing your hand lightly before letting go.

THe two of you got out of the car,your heart beat quickening as you followed him through the woods,using a flashlight that he had brought.You could hear the waterfall,glad it wasnt too far away.THe two of you emerged from the trees and into a clearing,a slow moving rive right in front of you,a small waterfall to your right.He was focused on you,watching as you took it all in,the area being lit up by the little bit of moonlight.

You took off your jacket,unzipping the dress to reveal a white bikini underneath,placing them on top of your bag so they wouldnt get wet or dirty.He smiled,tugging off his shorts and t shirt,walking into the cold shallow water,knowing where the deep parts were.

You came in soon after,deciding to just sit in the shallow water while he jumped off the rocks and into the deep,coming up to the surface with his hair soaked and fallen into his face.He wiped it away,coming to sit next to you,admiring the waterfall. “So…”He tried to start a conversation,not quite knowing what to say.You smiled,looking over at him.

“What?”You asked,your voice soft and smooth as you spoke.He leaned back in the water,not quite laying down. “So whats up with you?”He asked,reaching for your hand,smiling when you let him intertwine his fingers with yours. “In what way?”You asked,curious as to what he meant. “I mean you’re like,the Queen of the kooks yet you date pogues and hang around The Cut.Why?”He asked,his heels digging into the pebble below him.

You shrugged. “I mean,kooks aren't really impressive.They’re all the same,you guys have actual personalities.”You laughed,hoping he wouldnt ask the question you dreaded most.He nodded in agreement,sitting up properly.The light crashing of the water wasnt really noticeable anymore,he was too focus on the conversation.

“I want you to tell me everything I should know about you within the next minute.Go!”He exclaimed,watching as you tried to think,surprised. “Um...um okay,my favorite color is (Y/F/C),I hate strawberry jelly,I have a dog named Hugo and hes literally the love of my life...I have slight caffeine addiction,I dont know.”You laughed,not ever thinking about this before.He nodded,urging you to keep going.

“Uhh...my favorite show is Stranger Things,my favorite movie is The Outsiders because Dally,obviously...umm I still believe in mermaids and i’ve always wanted to build a castle.”You hoped that was enough,glad when he smiled.

“You still believe in mermaids?”He asked,a goofy smile on his face. “Shut up,Maybank.This isnt fair,you have to tell me about you now.”You turned on your side,facing him completely.He looked shocked,not thinking that you would turn the question back on him. “You have a minute-starting now.”You announced,his thoughts moving to fast for his mouth to keep up.

“Okay,ummm...uhhh….I’ve always wanted to live in Yucatan,my favorite color is blue...I dont have a favorite TV show...I like the Harry Potter movies but i’ve never read the books...growing up I always had a huge crush on Hermione and I believed in Santa Claus until I was twelve.I hate butterflies,I dont really like coffee because energy drinks are better and I go by JJ because I hate my actual name.”He finished,biting his lip.

You hummed,reflecting on what he just said. “Im a simp for Draco Malfoy.”You admitted,hearing him chuckle. “So you have a thing for blondes?”He asked,a cocky smirk on his face.You shushed him,rolling your eyes. “I mean,i’ve got a thing for gorgeous girls so I guess it works out.”He winked at you,a sly smirk on his face.

You felt your cheeks get hot,glancing away from him.He thought about what he was about to do for a whole two seconds,considering how it could effect his future with you. “(Y/N).”he mumbled,making you turn back to him.He waited a moment and a half before leaning in,pecking your lips lightly and pulling away,understanding why Max had spoke so fondly of the memory.

You bit your lip,pulling him into another kiss,your warm hand going into his wet hair,tugging at the slightly wavy locks.He smiled into the kiss,his hands ending up on your waist,trying to take in every detail of the moment that he knew would end soon.When you pulled away your hand remained in his hair,twirling it between your thumb and pointer finger.

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Beside You

Theo Nott x Healer!Reader.

W.C. : 5180

Requested by the lovely @herstory-study: Hi again! I have another request for Theodore Nott if possible (bc I always imagine him to be like an absolute babeeee)... anyway, I was wondering if you could do a post war one shot where Nott is just trying to overcome him being on Voldy’s side and the reader defending him against assholes who judge him and helping him move on pleaseeee

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of blood, torture and death. I think that’s it.

The war was over, it was finally over. Years of fear and torment at the hands of Voldemort and his followers were just a bad memory you and all your friends could finally start healing from. You had been on the easy side of the war, or more like the least damaging. Staying at Hogwarts and studying under the rule of Snape and the Carrows, although traumatic was nothing compared to what Harry, Hermione and Ron had to go through, as well as his more closest friends like the entire Weasley family, Neville and Luna. They had taken upon themselves to go and find the way to defeat Voldemort and they had done it successfully, after enduring some not so enjoyable moments and the loss of many loved ones.

You had been there when Harry revealed himself to Snape, Professor McGonagall stepping in his defense as the crowd of students from all houses cleared the way with gasps and heavy breathing, you had been there when Professor McGonagall sent the entire Slytherin house to the dungeons as the rest of the houses helped clear the younger student and prepared for battle.

You saw students fight, using all the training provided by Hogwarts and Harry himself against Voldemort forces. You saw people cry, laugh, scream, die and run. You had seen things that were now burned into your mind, waking you up in the middle of the night with a choked scream as cold sweat rolled down your forehead.

You didn't even want to think what Harry and his friends woke up to in the middle of the night.

But more worrying, you didn't want to know what the Slytherins woke up to in the mornings.

Two year had passed by since the battle of Hogwarts, you had your life more or less back to normal. Whatever normal meant this days. You were training as healer at St. Mungos, not the easiest job but it payed off for food and your apartment besides the fact that you actually enjoyed it. It was full of surprises.

"Morning, Y/N." said one of the healers as he arrived to the desk, greeting you with a peck on the cheek as he sign in for the day.

"Dr. Williams," you said back, pointing to one of the rooms with a file in your hand "You arrived just in time," you handed him the file with an innocent smile "Julie, eight years old. Fell of her broom and broke her right arm."

He sighed, taking the file from you "The day we get more than broken bones I'll buy you dinner." he winked your way, turning away before you could answer.

Your shifts usually started at noon and ended late at night. It was going to be a long day.

And just as you thought the day stretched out like it was a boring class at Hogwarts, the day slow with only three patients, giving a lot of free time to Dr. Williams to shamelessly flirt with you.

"I've told you before, it's Jason." he said with a smirk, leaning in the desk as the other Healers stared at you two "Dr. Williams sounds too serious." he shrugged, like his title was something he was ashamed of.

"Well this is a serious environment Dr. Williams, you are technically my boss." you said, not looking up from the papers you had to fill before the end of the day, which was in 30 minutes.

"Oh, c'mon Y/N!" he exclaimed, a smile always in his face as he took the quill from your hand.

You lifted your face in annoyance, trying to reach for the quill when he lifted his hand above his head "Jason, I need that." you grumbled tiredly, opening your palm for him to return it.

He grinned "See? Wasn't that hard to call me by my name." he placed the quill back in your hand, finally finishing the papers.

You shook your head, gathering everything in your arms to take it back to its place. But the sound of the door bursting open caught yours and everyone's attention, a gasp leaving your lips as you saw the group of people entering the hospital.

"We need a healer!" said the girl, two man carrying one that could barely stand. He had blood dripping from his forehead and nose, a bruise in his cheek.

You analyzed the other two as the healers there took the man from them. Clothes blood stained, some parts ripped as if they had pulled harshly from them. They had certainly been on a fight.

"This isn't the emergency room," muttered Jason as he neared the bed where they had laid the man. He was unconscious, but you were sure he would wake up to a lot of pain.

"Just shut up and help him," you hissed, starting to prepare him for the healers.

Jason stared at you in shock, taking a second to react as he draw his wand, muttering healing spells that started to make him regain some color.

You cleaned his face, his features becoming more visible as you froze "Malfoy." you whispered, capturing Jason's attention.

"What?" he growled, moving your hand that was brushing his dirty hair out of his face, leaving his pale face out in the open. "Bloody hell, a fucking Slytherin.“

You glared at him, fire burning inside of you as you pushed him with all your force "Get away from him." you growled, drawing your own wand as everyone stared at you, only one of the trained healers kept on working beside you.

"What the hell, Y/N?!" shouted Jason, slamming the door to the room they had moved him close "You are not a trained healer, I am."

You made as kind with your throat, swallowing all the words you wanted to scream "At least I'll try, you're going to let him die because of his Hogwarts house." you muttered bitterly.

You heard him grunt, pacing in the room as the door opened. Your actual boss, Healer Whitethorn examined the room with a glare "Williams, out." she ordered, a smile on your face before she set her eyes on you "You too, Y/L/N." she said, stepping in with wand in her hand.

"But…"

"Out!" you flinched at her loud voice, her eyes meeting yours "You are on Williams team, he's out and so are you. Check on the other that came with him."

You huffed, reluctantly going outside as you threw away your lab coat on the chair. Your other coworker ran at your side, giving to a reassuring look before she settled on the three defeated persons at the waiting room.

"I'll take two of them," she murmured in your ear "Take the bleeding one, I'll take the girl and Mr, Bruises over there."

She didn't wait for your answer, calling to girl for inspection as you stared back at the bleeding one, according to her.

"Come with me." you said standing in front of him, his head low and only lifting slightly to look at you when he noticed your there.

"I'm fine," he mumbled, shaking his head at you.

"Sir, you are dragging your words and your head is bleeding," you told him matter of factly "I can't let you go if you don't let me at least clean the wound."

The man at his side nudged him, giving him a small smile "Go on mate, you took one blow for Draco, I just held Pansy back. We need you alive to go find them later."

He looked at him incredulous, his mouth slightly open with a thousand words he wanted to say at the tip of his tongue but decided against it. He sighed, slowly standing up when he stumbled slightly, eyes wide as he tried to focus on something, anything. The only thing he could found was you, both hands gripping tightly at his forearms making him regain his balance.

"Thanks." he breathed out, returning the safe grip on your arms.

You nodded reassuringly, taking slow steps backwards and into one of the examination rooms. He made it with little problems, slumping on the bed.

"Do you know your name?" you asked, putting on a new pair of gloves.

"Theodore, uh- Theo. " he said lowly, not meeting your eyes.

You hummed, starting your work on the gash in his head. "Last name?" you asked, ignoring the hissing sounds the alcohol pulled from him. He had his eyes closed, and you pulled a chair for you as you stared at him. "Theo?" you called again, fearing he wasn't listening to you.

You breathed out in relief when one of his eyes popped open, looking at you before he sighed in defeat "Nott." he said, watching you carefully for any reaction.

He hadn't seen when you pulled a file, writing down his answers "Theodore Nott," you repeated as you wrote it down "Head injury, possible concussion." you said out loud, closing it and looking back at him, clearly he wasn’t eager to answer the questions.

"You're going to have to stay the night just to be sure that the head injury is nothing more than that." you told him, handing him the a bag for his clothes and the hospital gown, closing the curtain so he could change.

Theo reluctantly changed, doing quick work in his clothes to not keep you and his friends waiting. Luckily for him you looked nice, kind. You hadn’t reacted to his name and your attitude towards him was completely professional, not a single hint of judgement in your eyes .

“Mr. Nott?” he heard you call, the door of the room opening with your voice following “Do you need help?”

He breathed out, opening the curtain with his bag tucked under his arm “Ready.” he said lowly.

You took the bag from him, taking his arm again “Can you walk?” you asked him, standing in front of him he gave you a soft nod and you began walking slowly. The silence was peaceful, but you has thing to tell him, breaking the much needed peace.

“Technically I should place you in this floor,” you told him lowly, avoiding the looks of any Healer you passed, keeping your chin up and up front “But since your friend is more injured and you are staying the night, the fourth floor is going to be where you stay. I've informed your friends you are staying the night and they said they will be here in the morning.”

He gave you a questioning look, clearly they were close to each other to be involved in fights together. Or maybe fate wasn't that fair to them but from their interactions you saw before they seemed friends. You could only assume.

"I sent them home," you explained "They might not be that injured but they will need the rest."

He looked down at you, the height difference more notorious now that he stood next to you. He gave you a small smile, not one that you saw, your eyes staying in your path at all times.

“Here,” you whispered for him to turn, the room poorly lighted until you could get your wand out, a flick of your hand and the place was properly lighted. “Malfoy would be across the hall. As soon as he wakes up, you and your friends can go see him.” you informed him, helping him get under the covers.

You made sure he ha anything he might need, a glass of water and another blanket close by so he wouldn’t have to move. “Is there anything else you might need, Mr. Nott?” you asked him from the door.

He looked at you, his eyebrows knitted in his forehead “Theo,” he said “Call me Theo, Mr. Nott was my father.” he told you, a nod from you as you neared his bed again.

“Forgot to introduce myself,” you laughed nervously “Y/N Y/L/N, I’ll be taking care of you while you’re here.” you said, getting a positive response from him.

You made your way out of the room without another word closing the door softly behind you, the last thing you saw being him letting his head fall softly in the pillow, almost in defeat.

“What the hell was that?!”

You snapped out of your head, tuning in your place as you saw Jason practically run towards you with a glare that you mirrored, turning in your heel and away from him. But he was taller and faster, catching up with you fast as he grabbed your arm forcing you to face him “Answer me, Y/N.” he growled, his face inches from yours.

“Like you don’t know,” you spat, your eyes roaming angrily all over his face “We all know you’re the proudest Gryffindor here, you take the rivalry with Slytherin to a whole new level.” you took his hand with all the force you had, pulling it away from your arm.

He stared at you, saying nothing and you laughed bitterly “What is it, Jason?” you said with a sardonic smile, saying his name with all the anger you had “You think I haven’t noticed how you change cases with Adams so you don’t have to treat Slytherins? I literally work for you and notice all, listen to everything that comes out of your mouth.”

“You better stop now.” he warned, his eyes hardening.

“Or what?” you dared, taking a threatening step towards him “You’re going to tell Whitethorn? Let’s go now, maybe you can tell her too why Marie, a Slytherin, hasn’t worked with you and only with Adams.”

He stared at you, his jaw clenched as he physically fought the shaking anger you produced on him. “Fucking hell.” he muttered, slamming his hand on the wall beside your head before he walked away, your lips letting out a shaky breath once he turned on the corner.

You stayed there, back against the wall as you slide down to the floor with your eyes closed, trying hard to even your breathing but failing.

“Y/N?” you heard Marie, her light steps sounding closer untils she was next to you “You okay? What happened?” she asked, taking your hands from your face and pulling you to your feet.

You shook your head, keeping it low as you cleaned the single tear that fell from your eyes “Williams is an asshole, that’s what happened.” you said, your voice cracking a little when you said his name.

She gave you a sad smile, knowing exactly what you meant “It’s late, do you wanna stay with me tonight?” she asked.

It wasn’t unusual for you to stay at each others places, your shifts were practically the same and you lived relatively close. But then your eye catched on Healer Adams getting Draco Malfoy to his room, you thought that maybe staying back with your own patient wasn’t a bad idea.

“Actually, I think I’m gonna stay here for the night,” you told her, pointing to the door behind you.

“You sure?” she asked you with the raise of her eyebrow “I got your favorite waiting for you.” she sang, but you only shook your head and she nodded with a knowing look “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow.” she said giving you a quick hug before walking to the stairs and disappearing from your eyes.

You took a moment before walking back to Theo’s room, making sure you weren’t too loud. What you weren't’ expecting was for him to be awake, lazily staring at you as you walked inside.

“Mr. uh- no, Theo.” you said finally, memories of Hogwarts when you had the answer at the tip of your tongue but your brain was going faster than your mouth could and you ended up blurting everything but the right answer came back to you.

“Did I wake you?” you asked with a tight smile.

He shook his head, pointing at the sofa at the corner of the room “Please, sit.” he said, waiting for you to do so “There was a loud noise and I rarely can sleep this early.” he said.

You looked in confusion at the clock on the wall, returning your gaze at him “It’s one in the morning.” you told him.

He smiled softly, lowering his head again “Still, I can’t sleep.” he whispered, breathing deeply “I would much rather your company, if you don’t mind.”

You smiled more relaxed, making yourself more comfortable "Your on luck, I have to take care of you for the night."

"The entire night?" he asked with a gasp, his eyes curiously roaming all over you.

Of course, you had your head elsewhere, his file in your lap. "I'm a healer in training," you said softly looking back at him "We get to the the work no one wants to."

"I'm glad is you." he mumbled, catching your attention with immediately "That other man didn't seemed… Nice." he finished, a little doubtful if he did right in telling that to his coworker, but the knowing nod you have him put him at ease.

You pointed at the wall "The loud noise was him." you said, voice shaky "He is a great healer, probably the best we've got," you paused, looking down at your hands as you bit your lip in thought "He cares very deeply for what happened at the war."

You saw his body stiffened, his arms coming at his sides as he subtly moved to the far side from you. You pursed your lips "I don't, really. I'm sure everyone played their part." you added more cheerfully "Now I need to film your file, do you mind if ask you some questions?"

"Okay," he said.

You nodded getting the paper and quill "Great, I have your name and why were you admitted." you said, tapping on the page before you lifted your face "Age?"

"Twenty," he answered.

You smiled writing it down "We're the same age. I don't remember you from Hogwarts."

"I-I wasn't that sociable. I mainly stuck to my house mates." he told you.

"Slytherin?" you asked, watching his eyes widen "Not everyone was friends with Draco Malfoy." you added, and he nodded.

"Yeah, Slytherin." he said bitterly.

The night was spent with you two chatting about your lives and the your time at Hogwarts. He talk about his favorite subjects, he's hobbies and friends, how he wanted to travel and get to know the world and maybe even move. He wanted a fresh start away from the war and what used to be his family. He wanted to go to a place where no one knew who Theodore Nott was.

You told him about how simple your life was, consisting of basic needs and your training as a healer. Free time was a forgotten concept for you, the few friends you used to have now married or being successful, your only friend being Marie.

You actually had made a day that night.

When the sun rose on the sky, it didn't long for the visitors to start arriving. Theo was discharged an o my changed rooms when Blaise and Pansy got there, going to see the Slytherin prince himself.

A few hours were spent with casual iochat and worried remarks when Healer Adam's told them they had to leave him to rest. Promises were made to return later that day or the next, and you watched from the desk of the fourth floor as they left, a sinking feeling in your heart as they descended the stairs.

Only they didn't.

"Y/N? “ your heard someone call softly, the voice that still was recorded on your mind from the previous night filling the air once more.

"Yeah?" you smiled, looking up from your food.

He looked nervous, the tiny smile appearing in his face "I was wondering if I could stop by someday? Maybe go out?" he asked, scratching the back of his head with a nervous yet charming smile.

You chuckled, covering the blush in your cheeks as you nodded "I would love that."

*******************************

Accepting that date was the beginning of the best years of your life.

You went on that one date and connected instantly, even more than the few hours you talked at St. Mungos. One coffee date turned into dinner and surprise visits when you were working, soft smiles and holding hands while you walked turned into passionate kisses and falling asleep in each other's arms. Talking about your days turned into deep conversations about life and your future. Understatement turned into love.

Three years has gone by since that first date and you knew you never wanted to leave Theo's side. You knew who he was and were proud of him, even in the days that he wasn't.

"Theo?" you said loudly, his big mansion requiring the elevated voice for him to hear you from the entrance "I'm home, dear." you said again, paying more attention to the sounds in the house. Or more like the lack of them.

Your footsteps echoed the halls as the only sign of someone being there. You walked to the study where he usually was, empty with no book open or parchment over the desk. The kitchen was your second guess, his only house elf there welcoming you but saying nothing of the whereabouts of your boyfriend. You started to feel fidgety as you made your way to the stairs to go to his room when your eye caught the fire burning in the living room, the back of his head popping over the single couch there, the place he hated the most in the house.

"Theo?" you called again, walking slowly behind him. The glass in his hand making little flickers shine on the walls with the light of the fire.

He didn't answer you, barely gave you a side glance to acknowledge your presence before he took a slow sip of his glass.

You took a shaky breath, going to sit on the floor in front of him. You rested your arms in his lap, looking for his eyes with a small smile "What is it?" you asked him and he shook his head "Is something, you're in the living room. You hate it in here." you said softly.

He couldn't help but look at you, your voice sounding what he imagined an angel's voice was like. He wanted to smile, to reach his hand to your cheek and tell you he loved you. But the voice in his head was right, he wasn't worthy of it. Of you.

"It's nothing," he murmured, voice hoarse as he spoke "Just a bad day."

You nodded, taking his free hand in yours and intertwining your fingers with his "You want to tell me about it?" you asked.

He rose his eyebrows, talking about what was going on inside his head something still so foreign to him. He didn't want to burden you with his problems, even if you knew, knowing and actively being part of them was different. He had noticed how you have him his space, never forcing him to talk and instead taking his mind away from what was bothering him.

"I can tell you about my day," you offered when he stayed quiet, his eyes softening at your bright smile "You don't have to say anything, just listen." you said, crawling a little closer to him.

You looked like a little child, moving your arms and making voices and faces as you narrated your day at work. It wasn't even that amazing as you made it sound, but he still found it amusing how you made a harmless spell backfiring on someone sound like one of the trial Hercules went through.

You saw him smiling down at you, but never point it out and instead carrying on with the story until the end.

"That's amazing, love." he said, leaning to kiss your forehead softly, lingering there for a little more than usual.

You stated sadly at him, looking over his fallen features. It hurt you to watch him so defeated, to not be able to do anything for him. You wanted nothing more than to be able to take his pain away for at least a moment, to make him see what you saw. Not a bad man but a changed one.

"You know I love you, right?" you told him, caressing his cheek with your thumb. His eyes snapped at you both in shock and fear, but he nodded nonetheless and you smiled "And that there is no one I would rather have by my side?"

He took your hand, stopping your movement in his face "I'm bad Y/N," he said coldly "The things I did, what I became…"

"You did because you had no other choice." you said strongly, taking a kneeling position as you held his face in your hands "You did it to survive and you did."

"It was awful." he whispered, the images flashing in his head. The students and people that opposed to Voldemort, their bodies laying on the floor of the very same house he lived in, some still whimpering silently as they stated at the lifeless ones next to them. All the cries of pain and screaming begs for him to stop, the fearful eyes staring at his wand as he muttered the words. Those three words that should have him locked away in Azkaban to never see the light of day again, to never see his friend again, so he could have never met you.

He didn't deserve the happiness you have him when he had cause so much pain, so much suffering, so much death.

"I don't deserve this." he said, pushing your hands away from him as he stood.

"Theo," you whispered going after him and taking his arm in your hand "You do deserve it."

He looked back at you, eyes tormented as he tilted his head "You're just saying it because you love me, and that is exactly my point." he said loudly "Why do you love me? You know what I've done, what has happened in this house."

You bit the inside of your cheek to not yell, trying to keep clam for the both of you "I love you because you make me happy," you started to say calmly "Because you love me too and care for me as much as I care for you. Because even if you've done things you regret you aren't those things. You have been there for me in my lowest days and you never loved me less for that so I'll be damned if I let you feel like you don't deserve my love or the love of your friends." you ended up yelling, your chest moving fast with your breathing before it was crushed.

Theo had launched himself to your arms, silently weeping in your neck as you reacted with the same emotion, wrapping your arms around his chest. He lifted you slightly from the ground but you couldn't care less, he could damped your shirt with his tears and you wouldn't even blink an eye.

You brought one hand to the back of his head, slowly running your fingers through his hair. "You're a wonderful person, Theodore Nott. And I will make sure you now that every single day." you whispered in his ear, his embrace tightening.

You pulled from him after a moment, looking lovingly into his eyes, pointing to the glass he had abandoned over the table " Finish that up, darling." you told him.

He frowned but didn't fight you, downing the glass in one go "Why, where are we going?" he asked following you to the entrance as you grabbed your coat, handing him his.

"Comfort food." you said with a smile, opening your hand for him to take an apparating in Diagon Alley.

He had always compared you to a child, a very clever child in the body of a beautiful woman, he said. And you could see why, not fifteen minutes had passed and you were already holding two coffees and a lot of his favorite pastries.

You sat down on a bench, eating away without a care in the world as the people walked by.

"You are good with comfort food.' he said to you, a tiny smile playing in his lips.

"Only the best for you, my love." you told him stretching your neck as much as you could to kiss him. In the end he ended up leaning down and you smiled in the kiss.

Of course, the world hated you. The characteristic clear of a throat you had come to hate and despise making you pull with a glare.

"Y/N, is good to see you here."

"It's healer Y/L/N to you, Williams," you said, glancing at Theo when his eyes followed him.

"I see your still with the Slytherin coward." he said smugly, a grin as he eyes Theo "Did you enjoyed running from the battle, you snake? "

“I don't know Jason, did you enjoy hiding in the Great Hall while everybody fought?" he answered, not even looking amused his face looked void of any emotion a she stood up, standing face to face."You see, I was at the battle and I saw you. Never thought it was worth mentioning but you seem very eager to talk about it now." he told him.

Jason clenched his jaw, turning to you "You can do better than this." he grunted, with his hand pointing at Theo.

"Not possible," you said, staring straight into his eyes "Now get out of our sight before I hex you permanently to the fourth floor." you hissed, stepping between him and Theo.

He had turned furiously, storming away before you call "And Jason? Don't you ever dare say anything to him again. He might be a Slytherin but I am a pissed Y/H/H."

You left the threat hanging in the air, watching him go as you turned back to Theo. Your face changed so fast he didn't know if it had been real, your shaking face replaced by a sweet smile as you sat back down, handing him his cup of coffee.

"Theo, you can sit now." you told him, his eyes shining as he did. It took you a moment to realize he was staring at you, a chuckle leaving your mouth as you playfully slapped his arm "Stop looking at me like that."

But he did even listen to you, taking your hand as you looked at him in surprise "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me." he told you, bringing your hand to his lips.

You smiled shyly, blushing slightly that it could be mistaken by the cold air in your face "I love you, Y/N." he said, bringing you to his arms.

"I love you too." you whispered, nuzzling your head in his shoulder as he held you close to him, and you decided then and there,

You never wanted to leave his arms.

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dissertation | yg

↳ genre fluff, domestic, established relationship

↳ words 3.1k

↳ summary many people doubted your union, how exactly an artist with as much influence as yoongi be a husband to a wife that is still studying.

↳ warning that side of adulthood, lockdown because of pandemic, mentions of anemia

↳ song kodaline ‘saving grace’

It was a thunderstorm that night, when Yoongi laid in bed alone. Face shone by the light on his phone and he was squinting to see the news article clearer. He ran his fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp gently-- a habit he had. He glanced at the time mark on the top right corner of his phone, then to your side of the bed that remained empty. It’s 2:34 AM. Rolling several times over the width of the bed, Yoongi set his foot on the floor and made his way out the opened door where the light from the hall was still on. The ash blue hallway hall, and the wooden floor that creaks under his weight would not guarantee a smooth entry, but his concern was that you might have fallen asleep on the desk, although this was highly unlikely. He just wanted to check.

Took a peek, through the door gap of your study room. Lights on, papers everywhere, whiteboard filled with medical jargons he doesn’t understand. Your laser focused eyes, glasses sliding down your nose, pen in between your lips and typing sounds filled the room. Your purple pencil case unzipped with its contents scattered, next to the coffee mug. And the calculator facing down. Your phone is close by although Yoongi predicts it to be in silent mode. As it had been, since 2010. That’s why you never answer his call the first time. And when you’re in this study mode, an airplane could land in the living room and you wouldn’t even notice. Heck, if he was talking to you in this state, you would look at him blindly and heard absolutely nothing he said. Yoongi knows too well. After the short peek that went unnoticed by you, Yoongi waddled to the kitchen and ran the coffee machine to start.

He scratches his temple while he ensures the machine begins working, then walks to the fridge. Yanks it open to see what is inside. Some old ripen kimchi, newer batch kimchi, some milk and apples. He ran his eyes through several more things and took out two apples. He bought this for your fibre intake. The last visit to the doctor, you were recommended to take more fibres in, as well as iron because you are still anemic. Despite the considerable diet change by Yoongi, the blood count doesn’t project the effort. It was then decided by the nutritionist and doctor, together, that you have to take pills as well as monthly checks while they send your blood result to the lab for thalassemia management, if diagnosed. Yoongi carefully ran the apples under the water, gently. He begins to peel the skin with a knife, and then, wedges them. He places them in the bowl and by then, the coffee has started to pour into the mug he had prepared underneath.

The blue light from the screen is making you pinch the bridge of your nose. Creases begin to form in between your brow as the numbers you obtained from the experiment did not become tally to the theory, suggesting a mechanical error. With the restriction order loosening up, going down to the lab is allowed, but you figured that many other post-graduate students might squabble for a time slot to use the lab.

“Should have calibrated the thing before I started the experiment,” you silently cursed underneath your breath.

Yoongi pushes the door open with his back and reveals a tray, scuffling and making a lot of noise. He set the bowl with apples and switched the cold coffee mug with a new piping hot one. Your whole face lights up.

“Why are you not asleep yet?” you sang. Eyes following him. “How can I sleep, when you’re suffering like this,” he said in a straight voice, almost emotionless, that makes it hard to believe that he was being affectionate. But that’s Yoongi for you. “There were apples in the fridge?” “Don’t lie, we bought them together… If I don’t wedge them out like this, you won’t even eat it,” he nags, “Did you even take the pills for today?” “I did,” you shoved one wedge in your mouth.

“Before or after the coffee?” He was standing next to you and your head was tilting back to see him. “Before,” you chuckled through your nose.

Yoongi turned his attention to your work.

“Is there still a lot to do?” He mutters, kneeling by the table next to your chair. You comfortably circled your arm around his neck from your chair and buried your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent and nodding as a response to his question. He smells like bedsheets, you thought to yourself. Yoongi’s wedding band shone under the bright light of your study room, and as he is careful not to disturb your work, he couldn’t help but worry about your mental state. He knows just how much stress you could handle and even if you weren’t shy away from an extremely stressful situation, it is the first for this kind of work environment. You told him that the mindset of working from home is entirely different from the ones actually working in the work area. But he always reminds you that, you weren’t working from home, you are at home, working.

“I saw the numbers and I knew that it was tally with the theory we learned in lectures, and have been hammering my head on what went wrong, so I checked on my methods and it was all correct, so it must have been the machine,” you turned to the side to see the laptop, still clinging onto him. Yoongi turns to the side and plants a kiss on your hair, standing up slowly.

“What do we do?” Yoongi leans his hip on the desk and folded his arm, looking down at you who is by now, pouting, helplessly.

“Either I go back to the lab and redo the whole painstakingly slow experiment, or just write the whole report and blame it on the error, and thicken my skin when my doctor screams at me for incompetency to run experiments, and ruin my credibility for the rest of post graduate pharmacy faculty,” you shrugged sadly.

Yoongi pouts too, now.

“Don’t stay up too late,” he gathers your head and sandwiched your face between his hands and kisses the skin between your brows, while your hand slid down his hip then over his butt, before grabbing the butt cheeks, playfully. You watch his back grow smaller and smaller as he gets to the door, leaves a gap between the door and the door frame big enough for an ant to enter, and leaves you to your work. You turned sideways to the word documents you have, and then to the calculations on the board on the far left of the room, and just, let out a massive sigh.

Several times the alarm clock vibrates on the bedside table next to you, and your hand would swiftly grab them to snooze mode, every single time. That eventually stops when the heat from the duvet chases you out and when you realise that it was no longer noon, it was actually almost 3pm. Your head pounds immediately, and even then you were counting the hours you slept to see if it was appropriate. Eversince the lockdown began, your sleep schedules have become even more disorganized. Doctor said looking out the window would help, but walking outside once in a while to get groceries proves to be even more helpful than the former. Yoongi always gets the groceries because he usually cooks. Now that the lockdown has slowly lifted, Yoongi started to go to the company building to resume his work, but you’re stuck at home because the university recommended studying from home.

Apart from having to use the lab now and then, there is no need for you to constantly be at the university. Even the lectures are held online, and assignments are submitted through emails. Group work is discussed through video conferences. But you’re an old school gal who always preferred to have her notes printed so you could scribble over the things you needed to do, and it makes organising tasks a lot easier. Walking into the study room, you saw the printer not where you set them. In fact, it has its own table with rollers on them, the cables are hidden and neatly bound by the computer, ready for use. The overall set up is neat. It made you smile first thing in the day. Because you knew who had done it that way, and you wondered how he made all this--assembling the tiny table and putting rollers on it, so quietly, that you managed to sleep through it.

At the office, Yoongi was just leaving a small meeting room. He has his facemask down covering his chin as he sifted through the papers handed to him by one of his staffs. The staff is standing nearby to wait on his comments. Upon waiting the staff realises that Yoongi had a bandaid on his thumb.

“A minor accident today, nothing to worry about,” Yoongi shrug it off and quickly turned the attention away from him, “...I think it looks pretty good, try to proceed with it first, and show me how it sounds.”

“Through email or Kakao?” “Kakao, because I don’t have the laptop fixed yet and the ones at home are out of discussion,” Yoongi added a chuckle at the end, slapped the staff’s shoulder and excused himself, just when his phone vibrated an incoming message. And a photo, sent by his wife.

“Babe?” - wife

It reads. A photo followed. Of the perfectly set up study station of his wife.

Yoongi smiled and dug his tongue to his cheek, clamping his lower lips between his teeth. He types a reply while leaning to one side of the office wall, by the hallway. Crossing his ankles.

“You’re welcome. Study well~~ Also, we’re having takeouts tonight.” - yoongi

The message chimes in. A jar of cookies in arm, you were nibbling on one java chip cookie while unlocking your phone to read Yoongi’s message. That’s strange. Takeouts?

“But I can cook. And its weekdays.” - wife

”Nonsense. You pulled an all-nighter last night. We are having takeouts. There’s this good new restaurant the staff had been hyping. Think we should go there.” - yoongi

”Okay… whatever you say then. <3 - wife

Yoongi shoves his phone in his back pocket and walks down the hall to his studio. On the way there, he passes by Hoseok who was just leaving.

“Where are you off to?” “Getting lunch, want to go get lunch together?” “Sure.” “Namjoon is joining us too, I’m waiting for his reply.” “Great…you guys decided where?” “There’s a BBQ house I know that sells really good broiled chicken feet.”

Twenty minutes went by since the last text with Yoongi and you had been staring at the calculation on the whiteboard thinking about Krispy Kreme’s premium donuts. You wonder if the outlets are open, as they should be because the lockdown never closed businesses. Yoongi would know, you figured.

“Yeah they are opened, Why?” - yoongi

“I am craving for the ones with the KitKat on, I think my period is coming on soon…” - wife

“We can have that as desserts later no problem, I sent you lunch, and it should be there in 25 minutes. - yoongi

“Yay! What are you having?” - wife

“Broiled chicken feet with Hoseok and Joon.” - yoongi

”That’s not...what you got me… right? - wife

”Of course not, I got you Kimchi jjigae with tofu, and some kimbaps.” - yoongi

Phew. For as long as you’ve gotten married, not once have you doubted that Yoongi wouldn’t understand your palate. But he is quite a prankster sometimes. Even if he is not as savage as your inlaws are, to put strange food in front of your plate, there’s a certain degree of cheekiness of him at stake. You were a bit of a picky eater should it hit you at a specific time of the month. Sometimes you could eat chicken liver with minor problems, sometimes you would vomit at the thought of it. Yoongi had been dealing with the latter, quite a few times now. You have about 3 blister packs of anti-nausea pills at home just to cope with it. Acquaintances and distant relatives would insinuate that you were pregnant, but that isn’t the case. Doctor said it would be difficult to have a baby with your anemia uncontained, and you and Yoongi both would not risk having a child while you were struggling with it.

It is just not worth the while. The risks are too great. Malformed, cleft-lips, premature--the list of risks are endless. Let mommy take care of herself first.

Hoseok drove to the restaurant he was talking about. They got a room to themselves, abiding the social distancing rule with several chairs spread apart. When the food arrives, Yoongi could understand why Hoseok loved the chicken feet. It’s savory down to the bone. He picks the pickled yellow radish with his chopstick and devours it with a mouthful of rice. Hoseok began asking if Yoongi would consider taking his wife here. Namjoon was sitting there answering a call, and had to leave the room so the sound of the grills didn't distract him from the call. Yoongi downed a glass of chinese tea before answering with a groan.

“She doesn’t eat those things. Chicken feet, gizzards, those weird smelling things that don't go away even when you cook it properly…” “Don’t she have that thing, anemic? Anemia, the blood disease?” “Yea, she’s on pills treating that, and I’m also fixing her diet, but she is plunged with work so she takes in more coffee, so that would disrupt the pills function, I heard from the doctor. The woman is a caffeine addict, I don’t think she’ll slow down anytime soon, especially not now.” “I see. She is pretty stubborn…”

Hoseok suddenly burst out laughing, and the reason was, “I remember that one time she went on a full force rant on why you shouldn’t place the picture frame where it was, how did it go though? She went like, why is it on the far left of the light like that…”

Yoongi’s eyes quickly disappeared as his smile grew wider at the memory. He remembers that day so well. You both just moved into the apartment you are living in now and several arguments were brought out as the apartment progresses into a living space and more and more things come in.

“I was the man of the house,” Yoongi pauses and, “So we hang it the way she wanted.”

When Namjoon walked in, Hoseok was full-blown laughing.

“You honestly think I would win against her? She’s a fucking scientist… It’s her world, I’m just living in it, bro.”

Yoongi’s lips pursed as he took another meat into his mouth and chewed, with one knee propped up. The boys continued to talk about their future plans. The games they could watch and eventually, work and where they are heading next. Namjoon was visibly cornered by it all so they were working out balancing work and passion, and it’s usually a difficult thing to do. They were lucky to be loving the job that helps put food on the table. But love can turn to hate so easily. Along the way, one could hate it so much, one could consider leaving it. It would feel like a good choice at the time, but eventually, they will think about longevity, and what makes money. Which is the reality of living.

Yoongi’s whole world is music. And your whole world is science. Both are the opposite side of the same coin. Through the differences, there are many quarrels and conversation shoved under the rug for later days. It is never comprehensible why one would do such a thing, in the perspective of a stranger, but when you are in a relationship, tolerance is as important as communicating, and the two go hand-in-hand with each other. It is only in a relationship that you see someone whose upbringing is so completely different from yours, try to understand the way you were brought up and the values you grew up with, the same way you try to understand theirs. They could be the one who mindlessly folds the doormat messily after they leave the bathroom and doesn’t fix it. Or they could be the one who is passionate about feeding cats but never cleans up after the poos. Or you could be so rigid in your ways of doing things that you simply cannot be flexible.

Or walk the room with their hair dripping wet and leave trails of water droplets around the house. Or leave the dishes in the sink unwashed because it's ‘only one mug’. Or they could use the coffee machine without wiping away the spills that could attract ants. Or have aesthetics that are so different from the ones you like. Maybe they prefer a cupboard with its insides all showing, no doors. Or like to collect designer shoes that cost more than the things you deemed more necessary than that of shoes. Or they might leave their shoes unarranged at the front step and it might drive you crazy how they continuously do this even after countless times, reminded not to.

Or how he is so thoughtful enough to send you the KitKat premium donuts you mentioned just hours ago. Or how he carefully ensured that extra tofu is added in the kimchi jjigae because he knows you love them. Or how he has those printers set up so neatly without you worrying how messy it looks. He had the motion-detecting LED light installed on the balcony so you don’t have to turn on the lights when you want to walk outside. Or how he throws everything away when you say you need to talk. Sure he might fall asleep halfway. Sure he flips the doormats when he leaves the baths. Sure he left his one mug in the sink and went to bed without washing it.

But he also waits 20 minutes for you to get ready because you lost track of time, reading your reports and spotting the error in your datas. And he also smiles when you climbed into the car, with a heaving chest and sparred breaths. And he orders your favourites quite fluently, down to the preferences and drinks. And you might love the way he looks when he is literally just existing. There was no one else that looked so mesmerizing the way he does when he drives. Or when he eats, or when he was thinking, and listening.

At the end of the day, it wasn’t the flipping doormats or the one mug in the sink that became the issue. It was who would still want to hold you even after all these years, in complete darkness and in the brightest day. It was who would still feel you were worth their time, despite having only 24 hours in a day. It is the person you fell asleep thinking of, and woke up looking at.

You keep me strong when I can't carry on

When you lose your feet, fall down to your knees and your heart's about to break I will be your saving grace When your eyes can't see, take my eyes from me When you're lost and losing faith I will be your saving grace

Be my, be my, be my saving grace Won't you be my, be my, be my saving grace

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timebird84 · 3 years

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🎄 PotO Advent Calendar 2020 🎄

By @frostydaae

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

It was two days until Christmas. The main streets of Paris were lined with shoppers and merchants alike, dressed quite festively in colors of red, green, and white. Two young men and a young woman made their way down the road of merchants. At a glance, one might easily mistake the three for siblings. The two men were in fact brothers, but the young woman they were escorting had no interest in sharing the brother’s De Chagny title. The younger of the two men led the group in the direction of a jewelry shop. While the young, blonde girl made her way inside, the oldest brother, Phillipe, held his younger brother back for a moment.

“Raoul,” said Phillipe, cautiously. “I know I have asked you this many times already, but are you sure that this is the path you want to choose?” Raoul gave a light chuckle to his brother’s concern.

“Phillipe,” replied the youngest, “I am certain. She is what I have been missing for all of these years. I lost her once before, and I do not want to risk losing her again.” Phillipe heaved a sigh and Raoul placed a hand on his older brother’s shoulder. “I know that things will be difficult. I know that she is not considered to be a ‘proper match’, but I am ready to deal with any torment that may be thrown my way, and shield Christine from it as well. I just hope that you can support me in this decision, no matter your stance on the matter.” Suddenly, a chipper voice was heard from the doorway.

“Come along, you two. We haven’t got all day!” Raoul had asked the young ballerina to come along with him to pick out a ring for his (hopefully) soon to be betrothed. He had figured that since the two were best friends, Meg could serve as a proxy for Christine’s taste in style. It also didn’t hurt that the two friends had very similar bodies, hopefully making the ring sizing a bit easier.

The two brothers entered in behind the young ballerina, making their way to the various counters, each filled with rows of jewels. From behind the counter, an older gentleman met them and began to speak.

“Is there anything in particular you gentlemen are looking for today? Perhaps for a nice, young lady?”, gesturing towards Meg. Raoul chuckled at this comment.

“Yes sir. We are actually looking for a very special ring. I am hoping to propose to my love on the upcoming holiday.” Raoul informed the older gentleman.

“I see…”, the older gentleman, Maurice said. “I suppose you are here to give a woman’s thought then?” He said, addressing Meg once more. Before Meg had a chance to utter a response, Phillipe butted into the conversation.

“Yes sir, and I’m afraid we are in a bit of a hurry. This was somewhat of a last-minute decision and my brother’s train to Perros leaves in 4 hours.” Phillipe said, hardly taking a moment to breathe.

“Ah, I see. There is some urgency behind this decision. Give me just a moment then.” Maurice disappeared behind the counter for a moment, only to come back with a small tray of jeweled rings. “These are some of my most lovely selections. On your left, a princess cut on a silver band. Here in the middle, an oval cut on a gold-plated band. And on the right, another gold-plated band with a round cut opal.” Meg audibly gasped at the fine jewelry. Raoul felt himself begin to feel even more nervous about his decision.

“These are all lovely,” Raoul told the older gentleman, “but our relationship is not as traditional as expected. I feel like she should have something that is unexpected, just as unexpected as to how she reentered my life. Phillipe looked at his brother, a bit puzzled at his remarks. Maurice gave Raoul a look, almost as if he was calculating an equation in his head. After a moment, he finally spoke up again.

“Give me a moment to run to the back. I have something I think may fit the description you’re looking for.” The three watched as the man disappeared once more, this time for a longer amount. When he reemerged, he was holding a closed velvet box in his hands. He sat the box down on the counter and slowly opened it. Inside was the most perfect opal cut sapphire, sitting on a simple silver band. Raoul instinctively reached out for the item, staring in awe.

“This ring is one of a kind. I made it by hand myself over 50 years ago. I proposed to my wife with this ring, and it stayed on her finger until the day she died.” The older man sniffled, and it was apparent that he was holding back a few tears. “It has been nearly 15 years since her death and I have kept it on my desk every day since. However, I can tell that your young lady means as much to you as my Charlotte meant to me.” Tears filled the eyes of the four in the room. “It is time for this ring’s legacy to live on.”

“Monsieur, are you quite certain? It is absolutely stunning and would be perfect for her, but I can’t simply take such a prized possession from you.” The older gentleman chuckled.

“Young man, this ring has been collecting dust for nearly fifteen years now. It would be my privilege to pass it onto you.” The two men engaged smiles. “Mademoiselle, I assume you are here as a stand-in for the soon to be bride?” Meg nodded her head enthusiastically. “Let us see if the ring is a fit then, shall we?” Meg held her dainty hand out as Maurice took it in his, sliding it onto the young blonde’s finger. The four all gasped at the near-perfect fit that was before them. “I believe it is settled then, Monsieur.” Meg slipped the ring off her finger, handing it back to the elder gentleman who promptly placed the ring back into its box, and the box into a separate bag.

The two brothers and the not-sister exited the shop, quite content with the purchase they had made. Meg bade them farewell, wishing Raoul luck as she left. The two brothers rode in a carriage back to the family’s chateau, where Phillipe helped make sure that everything was ready to go for his brother’s trip to Perros.

During this time, Raoul slipped the box out of the merchant’s bag, promptly slipping it into his own coat pocket. Over the entire duration to Perros, Raoul methodically brushed his hand over the box in his pocket, checking every minute or so to make sure that it was indeed still there and had not all been a figment of his imagination.

As the train came to a stop, Raoul felt his heartbeat begin to quicken. He knew he was not even going to propose to Christine until the next day as the clock struck midnight, but the very thought of the event being so soon made him feel anxious. He retrieved his luggage and ordered a carriage to take him to the Valerius residence.

As the carriage rolled up to the grounds of the widowed Madame Valerius (or Mamma, as she would insist), he noticed bright green eyes peering out the window, like a child on Christmas morning peering at the white snow. The carriage rolled to a stop and Raoul stepped out, paying the driver as he removed his luggage from the back. Before the carriage could even pull away, the young brunette came running down the entryway to the house, tightly embracing the love of her life as if they had not seen each other in decades. Raoul returned the embrace, just as tight.

“Raoul!” Christine exclaimed, “I can’t believe that you’re really here! You know you didn’t have to visit me over the holiday. You could have stayed with your family.” The two let each other go as two servants began to bring Raoul’s luggage inside the house.

“Christine,” Raoul said, taking hold of the young woman’s shoulders, “there is absolutely nowhere else I would rather be for Christmas than right here with you.” As the servants made their way inside, the two shared a brief kiss.

“Oh Raoul, you being here is present enough for me!” Raoul once again felt as if butterflies flew around his stomach, knowing that a much bigger present would be coming her way. The two made their way through the front door, where Raoul was eagerly greeted by Mamma Valerius. The three shared pleasantries in the doorway before Raoul excused himself for bed. It had been a very long day, and he would certainly need his rest for the day ahead of him.

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The next morning, Raoul was awakened by his own senses. The curtains were still closed, but he could see the sun peeking its rays through. He wagered a guess that it was somewhere close to noon. Feeling his stomach grumble, Raoul quickly dressed and made his way down the stairs, where he saw the two women sitting down for lunch.

“Good afternoon, sleepy-head.” Christine giggled at her own comment. “We were wondering when you would join us.”

“My apologies, ladies. I’m afraid the train ride must have been more tiring than I had expected.” Raoul sat down at the table, joining the ladies in enjoying their wonderful lunch. After lunch, Christine and Raoul decided that they would like to walk around the small, village-like area. Dressed quite warmly, they went on their merry way.

Making their way through the light snow, they ended up venturing a bit beyond the village, making their way into the main town square. They visited the various shops and made a stop at one of the many cafes, deciding to each get a cup of hot chocolate while enjoying each other’s company. After leaving one shop, they found that the doorway had been marked with mistletoe as they shared a kiss underneath.

Time grew later and the world became darker as the two journeyed back to the Valerius estate. Mamma Valerius was already rushing around, preparing to leave for Christmas Eve mass. Raoul looked at his watch, noticing that the time was just close to 7 o’clock. They had most definitely not meant to spend that much time out, but they were both grateful for every moment of it. The two made their way to their respective rooms, changing into different clothing, more suited for a church setting.

After finishing, the two made their way down to the dining room once more, where Mamma Valerius was waiting for them to join her for dinner. The three took their time, enjoying their delicious dinner. As the sky grew to be fully dark, Mamma Valerius made her way outside to order a carriage to take them into town for Christmas Eve mass.

As the carriage pulled up, Raoul realized that he had left his coat upstairs in his bedroom. He ran up quickly to grab it, checking once more to make sure the ring remained in the pocket. The three made their way to the church as many gathered outside of the doors. For some reason or another, the main church in Perros decided that they would hold their Christmas Eve mass earlier in the evening; perhaps to allow families with small children to still be put to bed at a reasonable time.

Mamma Valerius sat between the two hopeless romantics during the service, and Raoul could not be more grateful for it. He could not seem to stop squirming, checking the pocket of his coat as it lay next to him seemingly every other second now. The three joined in hymns, Christine’s voice noticeably shining through the chorus of those in worship. There were a few different times that Raoul simply stopped singing to enjoy the beauty of Christine’s voice. To him, there was no one else in the room but her. As they were seated again, the two caught a glance of each other, both blushing as they settled back into their seats.

The time neared 11 o’clock as the service let out. Many stayed behind to chat with each other, whereas Raoul was determined to make his way back to the estate with time to spare before midnight. The three rode in the carriage back to the estate, as time seemed to move in slow-motion for Raoul. He had now gone from not only checking his pocket for the ring box but also checking his watch every few minutes. Thankfully, Christine had fallen half-asleep, rested against his shoulder, and did not notice his nervous behavior.

As the carriage jolted to a stop, it took all of the self-control Raoul had to not burst from the carriage and run inside the property. He remained calm as he escorted the two ladies inside the house. By then, Christine had woken up a bit more than she had been in the carriage. As Mamma and Christine made talk about various people they had seen at the service, Raoul excused himself to go and dress for bed. As he changed into his nightclothes, he sat by the door, eagerly awaiting Christine’s footsteps.

After a few minutes of waiting, he heard the pitter-patter of delicate footsteps making their way up the large staircase. He knew that he needed to give Christine a few more minutes in order to change into her own nightclothes. Raoul made his way to the balcony of the guest room, looking up at the night sky. He had taken the ring out of his coat pocket and inserted it into the pocket of his pajama pants. He took it into his hands once more, opening it to look at the beautiful sapphire jewel that sat on top of the silver band. He thought back on the older gentleman that had parted with such an important memory of his departed wife and Raoul wished that he could be everything that Christine wanted and needed to have his wife adore him as much as Maurice’s wife must have. Raoul looked to the sky once again.

“Monsieur Daae,” he began, hoping the soul of Christine’s father could hear his words. “I know I have already spoken to you on this matter, but tonight is the night I am going to ask your daughter to marry me. I know I cannot even begin to replace the role of being the most important man in her life, as I believe that position will belong to you forever.” Raoul lightly chuckled before becoming more somber. “Monsieur Daae, I love your daughter so much. I cannot even begin to put it into words the feelings I carry for your sweet girl. I only wish you were still with us so that I could speak to you, face-to-face. So that you could share in what will hopefully be her excitement, as well as being able to walk her down the aisle.” Raoul heaved a great sigh. “I only hope I can make her as happy as you once did. Thank you for allowing me to do this sir.”

Raoul suddenly realized how bitterly cold it was outside, so he made his way back into the room, shutting the balcony doors behind him. He supposed that Christine must be dressed in her nightclothes by now, so he checked his pajama pocket once more for the ring box as he turned the handle of the door. He made his way across the hall to Christine’s bedroom. He noticed his hand shaking as he raised it to knock on her door. He took another deep breath, hoping that would calm him down a bit more, knocking lightly on her door.

“One moment!” Christine’s light voice echoed into the hallway. She opened the door to reveal herself in a beautiful flowing nightgown colored in the shade of light rose. “Raoul!” She exclaimed, quickly closing the door. Raoul became very confused at this but was relieved as the door reopened a few moments later, Christine now wearing a white dressing gown on top of her beautiful nightgown. Raoul cleared his throat.

“Ch-Christine, would you care to join me downstairs for a cup of tea?” Raoul asked, a slight quiver in his voice.

“Now?” She replied, a bit surprised. She glanced back into her room to see her clock. “Why Raoul, it’s nearly midnight.” Replied Christine as she feigned concern for propriety. Raoul began to stammer and shuffle a bit. She giggled to herself and said “Raoul, I jest. I would love nothing more than to enjoy a cup of tea with you. Raoul let a sigh of relief out, hoping he had not let onto what he had planned for the evening. As Christine closed her bedroom door behind her, Raoul held out his arm as Christine took hold of it, making their way down the stairs.

By the time the two had reached the kitchen, Raoul was finding it even more difficult to keep himself from shaking with anxiety. Christine poured them each a cup of tea as Raoul took a seat in the parlor. For a final time, Raoul brushed his hand across the pocket to check for the ring box. A moment later, Christine made her way into the parlor, carrying a tray with the full teacups, sugar, and milk, setting it down on the table in front of them. Christine poured a tiny bit of milk into her tea as Raoul sipped his, hoping to quench some of the thirst his anxiety had brought upon him. After a few moments of silence, Raoul finally found his voice once more as he cleared his voice.

“Christine…” He stopped in his tracks before he could say any more. What if he messed this whole event up? What if he couldn’t find the right words? As these thoughts entered his mind, he heard a voice that was seemingly behind him say:

“Do not worry so much, child. You know Christine as well as I do. Your heart knows the words you want to say. Lead with your heart.” Raoul whipped his head around, searching for the source of the voice.

“Yes, Raoul? Are you alright?” Raoul turned back to face the woman that he loved once more.

“Yes, my love, I thought I heard something is all.” Raoul cleared his throat once more. “Christine, I promised you many months ago that I would guide, guard, and love you forever. I know they may have seemed like simple words of a fool in love, but I want you to know that I meant every word that I spoke that night, as well as every word I have spoken since.” Christine looked lovingly into his eyes.

“And I as well, Raoul,” she said, smiling sweetly.

“I am glad to hear that you return the sentiment.. Oh, Christine…” Raoul said as he stood from the couch, walking across the room, his eyes on the clock, which was now only a minute away from midnight. “What I am trying to say is that…” he searched for the right words to say once more. “Is that I am completely enamored by you and everything that you do. Your smile, the way you love others, the way you love me. The way you find a way to turn any situation into a positive one.” He turned around to face her again as the clock struck midnight. He stared at her in awe, fishing the box from his pocket as the chimes rang through the parlor. As the chimes subsided, he made his way to kneel in front of the beautiful woman that he loved.

“Christine Daae,” he began, “will you marry me?” By this time, tears were streaming down Christine’s face as Raoul opened the box for Christine to see. She gasped when she saw the ring inside. It was absolutely perfect in her eyes, although Raoul very well could have presented her with a piece of twine and she would have been just as happy. For a moment, Christine could produce nothing but sobs from her mouth. Tears now fell from Raoul’s eyes as well.

“Yes,” Christine whispered. The word was so faint that Raoul swore that he had merely imagined it. He knew that it was not so as he heard the word many times following the first. “Yes, yes, yes, yes yes! A million times yes!” The two continued to cry as they joined together for a kiss. This kiss was unlike any other they had shared before. This kiss was nothing but the purest form of love and affection two people could ever have for each other. After what felt like a heavenly eternity, the two pulled apart.

“Oh, Raoul. I didn’t think that this holiday could get any better. All I wished was for you to be with me.” She smiled so much that it nearly caused her pain. “I feel guilty though,” she said as Raoul removed the ring from the box, revealing a perfect fit to Christine’s dainty finger.

“Why is that, my love?” Raoul questioned with a worry in his voice, wiping another tear from his new fiancee’s cheek.

“I have no gift for you that can match what you have given me tonight.” A few more tears fell from her eyes as Raoul wiped each one away, kissing her soft forehead.

“Christine,” Raoul leaned in for another kiss, which Christine gratefully accepted. As they pulled apart, Raoul continued to look deep into Christine’s emerald eyes.

“You are my gift.”

#PotO Advent Calendar #PotO #Phantom of the Opera #Door 5

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marveloussupernerd · 3 years

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Ohhh Jumin with 1 for the Christmas prompts please? This local channel has a Hallmark Christmas movies marathon for the entire of December, I watched it when I can to get in the mood (and because I look for Jumin's alike in the love interest 👀). Thanks!

I wasn’t going to write this tonight but then I realized it was the exact brainless thing I needed rn. Everyday at 12 pm my mom gets excited and turns on Hallmark. It is on until 7 pm at least. So I know my hallmark

ALSO did you find Jumin’s alike ? Literally tell me what movie if so

Hallmark Movies - Jumin Han

This is from my Christmas / winter prompts !

Prompt: If you watch one more hallmark movie I’m pulling the plug on the TV

Warnings: this is a dumb warning but i talk abt the plot of some hallmark movies lol

Summary: you have to find some sort of pastime for when your husband is working. So it’s Hallmark. Glued to the couch all holiday season. Jumin hates when you swoon over those fictional men

You had December down like clockwork.

In the end of the year swing, C&R was constantly busy. They had to meet and surpass their yearly quotas. Your husband was always in meetings. This was the first time since getting married early that year that you had regretted your decision to become a stay-at-home housewife.

Jumin got ready for work at 6 am. His alarm went off at 5:50 so that he could wake up and get a few cuddles with you in bed before actually getting up. You woke up with him, planting kisses on his cheeks and asking for his daily itinerary and when you could expect him home for more cuddles. When he got up, you’d message the chef to start making him food. Jumin would tell you to stay in bed.

Jumin liked bringing you tea in bed in the mornings. Made him feel like the perfect husband. He’d get a kettle going as he got dressed and checked for any messages he may have gotten during the night. He’d deliver the tea to you, on a tray. You’d pour him a cup. He’d sit on the end of the bed and drink it. Talk about silly things.

He’d finish his cup, messaging Driver Kim he was ready for him. You’d tie his tie for him. He’d give you a goodbye kiss or two. He left by 6:45 am. You fell back asleep by 7 am, after Jumin messages you that he got to work safely.

You wake back up around 9. This time the chef brings up your breakfast. You’d lounge around in bed, answering emails for party guests, talking to the RFA, going on social media.

You were out of bed by 10:15, getting dressed, doing hair and/or makeup as you saw fit for the day. Jumin liked to lay out two outfits for you. If you didn’t want to wear either of them, that was fine. But if you did, it made him glow with pride.

You’d meet Jumin in his office for lunch together at 11. He’d tell you about the meeting he went to and Jaehee would sometimes come in and chat (which Jumin glared at her for doing). But primarily it was couples’ time. You liked to sit in silence, just enjoying each others’ company. At 11:30 you would head back to the penthouse.

And finally it was noon. Hallmark time. Since your husband worked long hours, you relied on the sexy Hallmark men to fill the void in your household. You laughed, you cried, you watched the same story over and over again but it was so special every time. As soon as Jumin got home, you’d turn off the movie and spend time with him, whether that be reading, cuddling, having dinner, going out somewhere; you let him choose. You didn’t feel the need to have a say. You already got to choose what you’d do throughout the day: Hallmark.

But one day Jumin got sick. Runny nose turned red from all the tissues he had been using, cups of tea gone through to help his sore throat. He was sick and absolutely unfit to go to the office. The schedule was messed up. He insisted he could take at least a half day, going in late and leaving early, and work from his home office. Okay. It was already 11. You’d just watch Hallmark when it came on.

Once the time came, Elizabeth the III sat on your lap (you were convinced she liked the movies too) and you cuddled up to watch the show.

Your phone rang. It was Jumin. You couldn’t pause the show.

You picked up regardless. “Hi Love. How are you feeling?” You asked.

He sniffled. “Bad. But I’m on my lunch break,” his tone brightened.

“...oh.” You hadn’t intended to say that aloud.

“Oh?”

“I’m watching a Hallmark movie with Elizabeth the III in the living room. Why don’t you come out here and eat with me?” Compromise. Elizabeth the III being on your lap meant you couldn’t possibly move.

“Okay! I’ll be right there.” He sounded cheery.

He came out of his office, a few tissues in hand, but a smile on his face. He had dark circles under his eyes. “You two look so cute,” he commented, walking over and taking a spot to sit next to you, wrapping his arms tight around you. He was always more clingy when he was sick.

“You’re so sweet Jumin. What do you say we ask the chef for some soup?” You kissed his cheek. He chuckled, which led to a coughing fit, then nodded.

“What’s happening in this Hallmark movie?”

“Oh!” You were only a half hour in, but you were excited to share the plot. “I’m so glad you asked. So this news reporter lady says she hates Christmas. And the ratings are bad because everyone thinks she sucks because of it. So the news station is sending her to a Christmas town to bring back her holiday cheer. She just got to the town,” you summarized. Kind of strange they were airing a movie from 2016, and one with Lori Loughlin at that (they had pretty much stopped showing her movies), but this was indeed a classic.

“Christmas town? Do those really exist?” Jumin asked curiously.

“I don’t know. Shh- this is the love interest!”

“He isn’t all that handsome,” Jumin commented. You glared at him. “What!? I’m just surprised they didn’t cater to their female audience more.”

“Jumin, my love. These stories are not just about the hot guys. They’re about the romance! The Christmas spirit! The holiday magic! If I just wanted one about hot guys I would watch the one with the firefighters.”

He seemed confused by your intense knowledge of hallmark movies. But! They were so good. You were so invested. And how dare he insult the love interest!

There was a knock on the door. The soup was brought over to the two of you on the couch. You thanked the staff and sent them off.

“I’m just confused about-“

“Shut up and eat your soup Jumin,” you teased. “Get ready to experience true romance.”

He didn’t experience much true romance in the half hour lunch break. But you had a great time with that movie.

Next up: A Christmas Detour. You loved Candace Cameron Bure! This time she was trying to get a flight to meet her fiancé’s parents before the wedding. But of course, her fiancée worked way too much for her to actually end out with him. This was Hallmark after all.

Jumin interrupted halfway through this one. His tie was off, his top button undone. “Baby?” He called to you, standing in the doorway of his office.

You rushed by his side. “What’s wrong?” You placed your hand to his forehead to feel his temperature. He was kind of warm. “Are you okay?”

“Will you make me some tea?” His voice was hoarse. You felt so bad that he was overworking himself even when he was sick. It was 3 by now; how long was he planning to work?

“Of course I will.” You kissed his cheek. “Why don’t you rest for a few minutes while I make it?”

He groaned, agreeing, and plopped down on the couch while you went off to the kitchen to make the tea.

“Why are the people different?” He called to you. He must be watching the Hallmark movie.

“Oh! It’s another one.” You got to work putting the kettle on and taking out the cream and sugar. You walked back to stand by him as you waited.

She finally made it to meet the parents! What an exhausting journey. Ew... they seemed kind of... stuck up. Rich. Filthy rich. Did they really ask her to go to the bathroom and make herself more presentable before they did introductions? How terrible.

“They always make the rich people seem like bad guys,” Jumin grumbled.

You sat down on the arm of the sofa, leaning into him, running a hand through his hair. “Actually, there are some where the girl ends up with the CEO.”

“Her current boyfriend that she leaves is usually the CEO though.” Had he been paying attention to these movies? How did he know this?

“Well... that’s only the ones who work way too much and are like zero fun at all. Then she falls for the local guy,” you explained.

He turned to look at you, eyes all red and watery. “Do I work way too much?”

“No.” You gently placed a kiss to his lips. “You are nothing like those jerks.” The tea kettle whistled; you got up to go get it. “If local homebody was my type, I would have gone for Zen, not you,” you called over your shoulder.

You hadn’t realized he had followed you until his arms wrapped around you as you took the tea off. “Zen’s not your type,” he whispered, his voice a bit deeper than usual. Was he... jealous? You were literally his wife.

“I know,” you turned to face him. “You’re my type. I’m quite literally married to you.” You broke out into a smile, reminding yourself of that fact. Your smile was apparently contagious, because he did the same.

“You never considered dating him though... right?”

“Zen?” You poured the tea in the cup.

“Zen.” His voice was steely.

You giggled. “Of course not. Zen is literally dating himself all the time. I was attracted to you because of how different you are from the others in fact.”

That had convinced him. His face softened. You handed him his tea. “Exactly to your liking,” you smiled.

“I love you. I’ve got two more meetings then I’m all done.” He kissed your cheek then made his way back to the office. Time for more Hallmark.

( YALL MY UPDATE FINALLY HAPPENED ITS SO HARD TO FINISH WRITING THIS AND NOT RUN TO BE 2 JUMIN HAn )

That movie had ended. “A Christmas Love Story” was now on. These two meetings must have been long.

And finally. Finally. He came out. Collapsed onto the couch. You glanced at him and smiled. Then back at the tv. Things were getting tense in the movie!!

“I’m done,” he whispered, a lazy smile on his face as he looked at you.

You glanced at him again. “Yay. I’m so proud of you Honey.”

“Another Hallmark movie?” He sighed.

“This is what I do all day when you’re at work,” you informed him, giggling.

“But I’m not at work. I’m home now.” He scooted closer to you.

“But! I’m in the middle of it. The guest choir director just found out the kid who is getting a solo is her son that she put up for adoption! That’s insane.”

His arms wrapped around you, one hand lingering towards the remote.

“Jumin don’t turn it off!” You whined. He snatched the remote and moved away from you. “Nooooo!”

“Can’t we just cuddle and take a nap? I still don’t feel good.” His finger was hovering over the off button. NO

“Jumin, Baby, please, please, no.” You inched closer to him. “I’m begging you. Please. I need to know what happens.”

“She gets with the love interest and everything ends happily,” he stated simply.

“I need the details! Please!!! I’ll do anything!”

That got his attention.

He quirked an eyebrow. “Anything?”

“Oh get your mind out of the gutter. You’re sick.” You rolled your eyes. Still, you were planning how to get the remote back.

“What about when I’m not sick? Can I cash it in then?” He had the widest smirk on his face. Sometimes you just hated your husband.

“Yes! God, yes Jumin fine. Please! Be quiet and let me watch this in peace!”

He set down the remote. You were safe.

“Fine. But if you watch one more hallmark movie I’m pulling the plug on the TV.”

You laughed at that. Of course you wouldn’t. You just wanted to watch this one, then he’d have your attention.

“Cuddles?” He asked. He was pitiful. You loved your sick husband oh so much though.

You sighed, pretending like it was an impossible hassle, but your smile gave it away. “Yes. Cuddles are okay.”

He triumphantly laid down, resting his head on your lap, grabbing onto your hand. You might’ve watched Hallmark for the rest of the night, but he was watching something much better: you.

#mystic messenger #mysme #Jumin han #Christmas #okay bye now gonna play the be2 thing

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your wonder under summer skies (4/?)

Summer in Storybrooke, Maine means one thing for its residents: tourist season. This year, for Emma Swan and Killian Jones, it means relationships ending and friendships changing all the while they attempt to figure out just what their relationship is. It’s somewhere straddling the line between friends and lovers, and there’s no guarantee of a soft landing if they fall into new territory.

rating: mature

a/n: thanks to @resident-of-storybrooke for reading over these words ❤️

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Light peeks through his window shades, a small beam forcing itself through and shining directly in his eyes, and Killian quickly shuts his eyes and burrows his face into a pillow. His head is absolutely pounding. How much did he drink last night? It wasn’t a lot, he doesn’t think, but he’s certainly feeling it today.

He’s really getting old, isn’t he? If this is what drinking is like in his late twenties, he doesn’t want to do it anymore.

Then again, he does love his rum. It’s a shame he mostly had beer last night.

Killian sighs and twists in his bed. He doesn’t have to be down in the office until noon today, and he can definitely go back to sleep.

Until he feels movement on the other side of the bed.

Bloody hell.

He slept with Emma last night.

Several times.

What were they thinking? Is his heart about to pound out of his chest? Has that ever happened to anyone? Is this just the hangover speaking because he’d really like it to shut the fuck up.

Oh shit. They fucked up. They really, really fucked up.

She was emotional and heartbroken and they’d both been drinking.

Killian barely blinked when she asked him to make her feel better. He made a half-assed attempt at trying to get out of it, but he didn’t want to. That thought alone could sober him.

He didn’t want to stop. He wanted to sleep with her.

What the hell is wrong with him?

The bed shifts again, and he feels Emma get out of it. Should he roll over and talk to her? Should he pretend that he’s still asleep and let her sneak out like he knows she’ll want to? Are they going to avoid talking about this forever, or should they simply rip the band-aid off?

“Fuck,” she hisses. “Where is my underwear?”

Killian sighs and reaches up above him. He remembers her tossing them last night, and he quickly finds them before holding them in the air. He guesses ripping off the band-aid is how he’s going to do this.

“I believe you’re looking for these.”

He opens his eyes to find Emma standing completely still. She’s a deer caught in the headlights, and the only thing she’s wearing is her bra. God, she’s gorgeous. He did not take enough time to simply look at her last night. Looking at her wasn’t really in his list of priorities when she felt so goddamn good wrapped around him.

When he thinks about that, he’s not sure that it was real.

When he thinks about that, he allows himself to think that maybe it wasn’t a stupid mistake on both of their parts.

It was. There’s no denying that.

“I don’t. I – ”

Killian waggles his brows before flicking her underwear toward her. She quickly catches it, looks down at it, and then puts them on before grabbing her shorts from the floor.

“Swan, do we need to – ”

“No,” she quickly spits out as her hands run through her hair to try to brush it out. “No, we don’t have to talk about it. We’re adults. We had sex. It happened. It was a one-time thing.”

“Aye, I agree.”

She stops and blinks at him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t – we shouldn’t have – this was my fault. Just, can we please forget that it happened?”

“We can, but I think it might be a bit hard to forget some of the best sex of my life.”

Why can’t he shut his damn mouth? It was a joke. True, but a joke. Now likely isn’t the time for making those.

“Killian,” she sighs. She’s still standing in her shorts and her bra. Her hair is an absolute mess. “I don’t know what to say. I’m kind of freaking out right now.”

He swallows and nods before getting out from underneath the covers. He notices Emma glance down at him, and he turns away to grab a pair of sweatpants from his dresser before turning back toward her and forcing a smile onto her face.

“You don’t have to say anything, love,” he assures her. If he’s honest, he’s glad she can admit that she’s freaking out because he doesn’t know if he’s capable of admitting that himself. “We’re no strangers to one-night stands, and that’s what this was. It was simply one with, well, someone we know. If you want to forget about it, we’ll forget about it, easy as that.”

Her mouth opens and closes before falling into an “o” shape.

Killian’s got no idea how he’s supposed to deal with this situation when he’s just as confused and concerned as Emma is, but he seems to be a little bit better at finding the words to keep this from being any more awkward.

“But like I said, I know how you kiss now, Swan. That won’t be easy for a man to forget, but I’ll try in earnest.”

Her eyes flutter closed, and she finally laughs as her head shakes. Okay, so maybe the joking works.

“So that’s that, then?”

“That’s that.”

“Good,” she says. “Good. I’ve got to….I’ve got to go work at the club.”

“You might want to use the spare toothbrush I have before you go. Feel free to borrow my comb as well.”

“Yeah, yeah. That’s a good idea. I, um, thanks, KJ.”

“For what?”

“For making me feel good,” she whispers as blush paints her cheeks. “It was nice to forget for awhile.”

He feels his own cheeks heat and smiles down at her. “Anytime.”

“One-time thing,” she repeats as she starts walking toward his bathroom. “Remember that.”

“I’ll try my best,” Killian chuckles, pointing to his head.

Killian’s got no idea what to do as Emma gets ready in his bathroom. While they were talking, he was calm. He was doing his best to reassure Emma that things would be okay because he knows that she’s going to cut him off. He knows that once she leaves and once she has more time to think about what they just did, she’s not going to want to see him for awhile. He doesn’t want that, doesn’t want to be cut off from someone who helps keep him sane half the time, and he’s got no bloody clue how to handle this.

Maybe their conversation was enough, and maybe they won’t have to talk about it again. It’ll simply be something that happened, and it’s over now.

God, he’s never going to forget any of last night. He’s going to have to. It’s like he said: they’re both familiar with one-night stands. That’s what this can be. That’s what this has to be. There’s no other choice.

Fuck.

“Okay,” Emma sighs as she comes out of the bathroom, face washed and hair pulled back into a ponytail. “Do I look at least halfway decent?”

“You’ve got a bit of ah, uh, mark on your neck that’s visible with your hair up.”

“Shit. Shit. Shit. Give me one of your button-downs.”

“I’m not giving you a button-down.”

“You gave me a hickey, Jones. You can give me a button-down. I’ll return it.”

He sighs and walks over to his closet, pulling it open and finding a shirt before taking it off the hanger and handing it to her. She quickly strips out of her shirt and puts it on. The mark is still there, but it’s hidden.

“Is anyone out there?” Emma asks.

“They shouldn’t be.”

“Can you check?”

“What? You don’t want to be seen doing a walk of shame out of my bedroom?”

“No, no I don’t.” She crosses her arms over her chest. He is not at all distracted by the way she looks in his shirt. “You can’t tell anyone about this.” “Wasn’t planning on it.”

“I’m serious.”

“Aye, so was I.”

Emma nods at the door. “Can you please go look to see if I can sneak out?”

He mockingly salutes before walking out the door. Liam’s bedroom door is still closed, the light turned off, so he turns down the hallway to walk toward the living area where he can see all of the remnants of last night scattered across the room. He’s going to have to clean all of this up after he gets some coffee in him.

“Hey.”

Holy shit.

Killian jumps, his heartbeat racing, and turns around to see Liam standing in the kitchen with two cups of coffee in his hands.

“Morning,” he manages to mumble. “There any of that left in the pot?”

“Yeah, there’s at least another cup. You went to bed early last night.”

Killian reaches up to scratch behind his ear. “Long day. I hadn’t slept the night before. I didn’t mean to disappear.”

“It’s fine. Not everyone stayed long past midnight, and Elsa and I were happy to be able to go to bed.”

“Congratulations again, by the way. I’m glad it all worked out.”

Liam smiles, and Killian recognizes it as the genuinely happy one he reserves for Elsa. “As am I. now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take this coffee back to Elsa. I think I’ll be late down to the shop today.”

“Why don’t you take the day off? You and Elsa can go out and celebrate. I can handle things.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks, little brother.”

Killian bites down on his tongue. He’s not going to start something, not now. He’s trying to be nice, and there’s no need to argue over Liam’s obnoxious nickname for him. So he smiles and nods and steps over to the kitchen as Liam leaves to go back to his bedroom. The moment the bedroom door clicks, Killian quietly jogs back down to his own room where Emma is waiting just inside.

“What took you so long?” she hisses.

“Liam was making he and Elsa coffee. C’mon, now. Unless you want to crawl out my window.”

“I’d rather not break a bone.”

“Then now is your chance.”

Emma nods and steps around him before quickly walking down the hallways and out the apartment door, which softly closes behind her.

Emma Swan just snuck out of his apartment.

After sleeping in his bed.

After sleeping with him.

But it was a one-time thing. They’re going to forget about it. That was the agreement, and they’re sticking to it.

They have to.

Shit. Why are they so stupid? She’s been broken up with Neal for less than a week, and he fucked her. What kind of friend is that? They didn’t even talk about what actually happened between she and Neal.

It doesn’t matter. It does, but not right now. Emma didn’t want to talk about it, and he doesn’t need to know. She never asks about why his relationships end, so he can do the same for her.

(His relationships that she’s known of have never been over the course of five years, however.)

What Killian can focus on is getting his coffee to help chase away the lingering hangover, take a shower, and get dressed to go to work. He needs to make sure all of their files and computer systems are up to date before they begin to be flooded with customers and clients. He really needs to go down to the marina and check up on some of their boats and make sure they’ve been cleaned, but he’ll have to do that tomorrow when Liam is in the office. There’s no way in hell Liam and Elsa are leaving his bedroom today, so Liam is definitely not going to surprise Killian and come down to work despite Killian telling him he could handle it all.

It’s fine. It’s all fine. He needs this.

“Skipper, where the hell have you been?” Skipper stands up from where he’s been sitting on the floor behind the front counter and walks over toward Killian. “Huh? Did someone let you down here last night, boy? Do we need to go for a walk and get some breakfast before I open up shop?”

Skipper barks and wags his tail.

“Okay, so a walk and breakfast it is.”

Killian grabs Skipper’s leash off the rack, hooks it up, and then they head out the front door, the bell ringing behind him. The ground is wet outside from last night’s storm, and Killian’s feet sink into the sand before he makes it to the wooden pathway that’s attached to the parking lot. Skipper tugs on his leash and wants to head down to the water, but they need to get to Granny’s and back before ten this morning. They’ll have to go for their run later tonight.

The streets are not yet full, everyone inside their shops and the sun not out enough for people to be wandering around, but the few who are out are touching up the pastel paint on the siding of buildings or power-washing the sidewalks. He sees a few of Rob’s crew doing some landscaping, but Robin is nowhere to be seen. He must have taken the day off to spend time with Roland.

Eventually, Killian and Skipper get to Granny’s, and Killian hooks his leash around the post outside before walking inside and up to the counter, tapping his hand on the top.

“I swear if you don’t stop making so much noise, I will murder you.”

“Ah, lovely service there, Ruby,” Killian sighs, flashing her a smile. She looks about as dead as he felt when he first woke up. “Can I get a breakfast burrito, some sausage, and a black coffee?”

“If you pay me five times the price.”

“How about the price on the menu and a tip?”

Ruby winks. “You’ve got a deal. Give me five minutes. I think Granny already has the stuff for the burritos cooked.”

“No problem.”

Ruby walks back into the kitchen, and Killian sits down at a barstool before hitting his hands against his pants pocket. Damn. He forgot his phone. Sighing, he twists on the seat and looks around the diner. It’s past the breakfast rush, so it’s pretty empty, but Ashley, Sean, and Alexandra are sitting in a booth eating and coloring on the disposable mats while Leroy is sitting with some of his construction crew. Leroy stares him down, so Killian quickly looks away and sees two people sitting in the booth in the back.

What the hell?

It’s Neal. Neal and Tamara, who is in her uniform and probably supposed to be working. Instead, she’s sitting next to Neal in the booth with her tongue practically down his throat.

Killian flexes out his hands before balling them into fists. He wants to punch that son of a bitch, but he can’t. it’ll get him arrested, Emma will hate him, and Neal won’t let it go.

Besides, he slept with Emma last night. Who is he to judge Neal?

Except, in the back of his mind Killian thinks about the fact that Emma and Neal are broken up, that she said she broke up with him. Why would she have broken up with him? It couldn’t have just been him working with his dad again. She’s been dealing with that for awhile, on and off, and while it seems to be a real issue for her for some reason, it wouldn’t be a reason for her to end her relationship.

Neal cheating on her, however, would be.

The fucking bastard.

“Ruby,” Killian hisses as she walks back out and starts pouring his coffee. “Ruby.” “Give me a minute. Why are you so impatient today?”

“I need to talk to you.”

She groans and rolls her head back before finishing his cup of coffee and walking over to him. “What?”

“Do you see who Tamara is making out with in the corner?”

“No. Who is – oh my God. I’m going to murder him.”

Ruby starts walking away, and he has to grab onto her arm. “No, wait.”

“What could you possibly have me wait for? He needs a swift kick in the nuts.”

“Emma and Neal broke up.”

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you know why?”

“No,” he admits as he swallows the lump in his throat. He should not be sharing her personal information like this, but it looks like everyone was bound to find out sooner rather than later since Neal doesn’t seem to care about hiding whatever is happening with Tamara. “She didn’t tell me, but if I had to guess, I’d say the woman over there had a lot to do with it.”

“That bastard has been coming in here for dinner a lot lately, and I used to think he was getting it for Emma before I noticed that he never ordered her meal. Shit, I should have noticed sooner. I could have – ”

“Hey,” Killian whispers, reaching over the counter to grab Ruby’s forearm, “don’t. Emma will tell you about everything when she’s ready, and I’m sure at some point the two of you will get to bash him over margaritas at the Rabbit Hole. Try not to stare a hole into Neal and Tamara’s heads.”

Ruby leans back and crosses her arms as her brow arches. “Are you defending him?”

“No, love, I’m not. It’s simply that if I allow myself to get angry, David’s going to have to come down here and arrest me for assault.”

“David would want to punch him, too.”

Killian flexes his hands before grabbing onto his left wrist and running his finger over the angry, raised skin. “David has more self-control than I do.”

“Jones’s order,” Granny calls out from the back before hitting the bell.

“Looks like you’re saved by the bell,” Ruby sighs. “Neal too, apparently.”

-/-

Killian can’t sleep.

He’s been tossing in turning in bed for hours, so much so that Skipper got up from the foot of the bed and settled down on his spot next to the door about three hours ago.

It’s now two in the morning, and after a night with no sleep and a day so busy he never sat down, Killian figured he would be asleep by now and his brain would have turned off all of the thoughts it’s been having.

Liam is engaged.

Liam is getting the happy ending Killian’s craved for so damn long and had slip out of his fingers in a split second that he’s relieved over and over again.

And Killian is happy for Liam. He truly is, but there’s this irrational jealousy in the back of his mind picking at him and wondering why can’t he have that kind of thing.

Probably because he sleeps with a different woman each summer knowing nothing is ever going to come of it.

Probably because he slept with his best friend last night.

Killian turns over on the mattress and buries his face in a pillow, which is a horrible mistake since it smells exactly like Emma.

Oh fuck it.

He’s not going to be able to sleep. He knows that he’s not, especially now, so he gets out of bed, pulls on some clothes and slips into his trainers before grabbing his phone and his keys and walking toward the front door.

“I’ll be back, Skip,” he whispers to his dog as he scratches his head.

And then he’s gone, getting into his Jeep and driving toward the service station on the outskirts of town. It’s empty except for the clerk at the counter, and Killian nods at him before heading back to the slushie station and grabbing two cups. He fills one with his preferred blue raspberry flavor and then mixes in that with some cherry in another cup before putting the tops on and heading up to the counter to pay.

He has no bloody clue if she’s going to be awake, but he makes the drive to her place anyway. Most of her apartment complex is dark, but there’s one lone light on in a bedroom.

Killian Jones: I got you a slushie.

He looks between his phone and the window. If she turns her light off, she’s ignoring him. If it stays on, he might have a shot of getting inside.

Emma Swan: My door is unlocked.

Killian grabs the drinks and his things before heading upstairs, punching in the code to get in her building’s gate before jogging up the steps and turning the knob to get inside. Emma is sitting in her living room, pillows on the floor and clothes scattered everywhere. There’s a half-empty glass of wine and a bowl full of popcorn sitting in front of her. If he had to guess, there’s melted Milk Duds mixed in as well. It doesn’t look like she’s actually had any of the drink.

She looks just as exhausted as he feels.

“What are you doing up?” she asks.

“I couldn’t turn my mind off.”

Emma nods and stands from the couch, slowly walking toward him until she’s nearly touching him. Her breath is coming out easily, her chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale, and he can’t seem to look away from the green in her eyes.

“I know a way we can fix that,” Emma whispers as her arms loop around his neck.

“What happened to that being a one-time thing?”

“I changed my mind.”

“Are you going to change it again in the morning?”

Emma hums and presses up further onto her toes to let her lips linger against his. “I don’t know. Are you okay with that?”

He is.

He shouldn’t be, but he is.

This is not why he came here, but right now, he can’t possibly think of anything else other than being with her in this moment and chasing the high that comes with that.

“Aye, I’m okay with that.”

The slushies melt in their cups in Emma’s living room that night.

-/-

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