#got me giggling during corporate hours

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who’s doing it like us?🤭

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Smoked Out - Part 2

Twice Jihyo x Male Reader

4299 words; smut

A/N: i didn;t think Smoked Out would gain much traction, but seeing as it did and i kinda like where I was going with it, here’s part 2 with highly requested smut LOL again same warnings apply from pt 1 that this is an AU etc etc... anyways this ones a bit longer hehe and MERRY CHRISTMAS here’s a lil gift for you lovelies :) cheers to a small twicecorner cb

Damn these comebacks are stressful... Having to go from venue to venue, keeping track of multiple packed schedules, and with other corporate busywork has been piling up on you. The past few comebacks since you’ve started working with Twice had been relatively easy, but now that you’re in the thick of it in your position and with Covid taking out a few of the other staff members, a lot of work had been placed on you. After the first week of promotions you needed a breather and a much-needed break away from your laptop which you’d been working on for the past 5 hours after your normally scheduled work day. You crack open a beer, grab your jacket and head up to the rooftop of your building. Luckily it as a nice night, so the weather and fresh air felt great. You take a seat on one of the benches overlooking the city.

Since your kiss with Jihyo a few weeks ago, nothing much had happened with how busy things got. The most that came from passing by during schedules was a few flirtatious looks or comments. Neither of you had the time to really talk about it and you both decided on your own to table it until things at work had died down. 

You put down your beer next to you and stood up to stretch. While stretching you feel something in your jacket hit your body. It seemed you’d forgotten this was the jacket you were wearing that night. The same jacket that hid your last single cigarette. You pull out the pack and look at it, remembering that night and that faithful kiss. You smile as you think about Jihyo, nothing compared to her. Even with work being a handful, having Jihyo around never failed to help ease any tension. Just her being in the same room put you at ease. Grabbing your beer again you toss with the idea of lighting up the cig or leaving it for a later date or for good. A sudden voice jumps you out of your deep thought.

“Hey stranger.”

You whip your body around to see who the voice belonged to, but you already knew. 

“You scared me,” you say laying your eyes on a leisurely dressed Jihyo.

“Well, I didn’t think anyone would be up here this late” she says walking towards you.

“I was up late working on the schedules and such. Needed a break and some air.” 

“I can tell. That’s a dead giveaway.” she replies nodding at the beer can and pack still held in your hand.

“We really need to stop meeting this way” you say letting out a chuckle, placing the pack back in your pocket.

“Did you already smoke?” Jihyo asks now coming up to stand next to you, her arms resting on the railing.

You turn around so now both of you are looking out to the skyline. “No, actually I was debating on it, but that night I’d thrown all the others out except one. I guess I was saving it or something” 

“Wow, how poetic” she jokes sarcastically letting out a giggle.

“Shut up. I still can’t believe I made a world-renowned idol smoke” you roll your eyes and nudge her lightly. 

“What came after it was far better” Jihyo looks at you. 

You notice Jihyo’s only dawning a black tank top and seeing at how late it was getting, it started to get a little chilly. “Are you cold?” 

“No I’m okay, I’m used to it” she says, but her actions of her arms now folded over each other say otherwise. You pull off your jacket and drape it around her shoulders. “Here.”

She smiles and pulls it around her body, “Thanks.”

After a few minutes of small talk and looking out into the distance, Jihyo fumbles around your jacket. She pulls out the pack.

“Jackpot” she says grinning holding it up.

“Hey! What are you doing with that? No, don’t open it. Jihyo! No.” you try to get it out of her hands but she steps back and now you’re foolishly dancing with her like two kids fighting over a toy. In the midst of it, she’s able to pull out the cigarette and put it between her lips. She stands and poses with it there, mimicking the motions without lighting it. You stop and watch her. 

“I’m just pretending, I’ve never actually felt it between my lips or in my fingers.” You’re in awe of her beauty, even in the juxtaposing situation of having the nations girl group leader with a cigarette between her lips. 

“Okay fine. Just for fun.” you throw the white flag and let her have her fun. You step close to her and pull her towards you grabbing your jacket. “I won’t lie, you look good with it. It’s hot.” you say only half joking. Jihyo laughs and holds it between her fingers, she plays along and strikes some poses trying to look cool and edgy. After a small laugh you easily take it back from her, reaching into the pocket of your jacket and pulling out the box.

“Wait...Is it bad I want to see you do it again?” she says referring to you smoking.

You raise an eyebrow as you slide the cigarette back into the box. “You mean see me smoke?” the question rolls from your mouth with confusion. 

“Yeah... I don’t want to sound weird, but now every time I’m out and see someone smoke I pay some attention to them. But... none of them do it the way you do, not that I’ve seen anyways. You know, the thing with your nose.” She points to the space between her upper lip and her nose as she says that. 

“Ah.. the french inhale...” You trail off still fighting with the idea of it. Grabbing your beer you take another swig and hand her the can, “You want some?” 

“Of course” Jihyo says, her eyes lighting up, “These past few days of learning the new choreography and dealing with promotions have been intense.” She takes a few gulps. 

“Should we go out for some drinks then? It is Friday after all, I’m surprised you’re not already out with the other girls tonight.” You say watching her and toying with the box in your hands.

“Most of them went straight home earlier. I had to stay back to finish recording, I could call up Jeongyeon and Nayeon, I’m sure they’d want to go out, but I’m already here with you...” Jihyo turns to look back out at the skyline. “Let’s go. There’s a bar I like not too far from here, about a 5 minute drive”

Soon you find yourself in a taxi with Jihyo on the way to a bar you’ve never heard of. Of course it’s a bustling Friday night and the bar is lively and crowded. You have a couple of drinks and laugh and talk about whatever. You’ve never felt so comfortable with someone before especially considering Jihyo’s rank in society. After a few drinks and shots of soju, both of you are happily tipsy and stumble out of the crowded bar. 

“Oh! Wait! My place isn’t too far from here!” You notice in your daze. 

“I’ll walk you home then!” Jihyo replies, seemingly not as drunk as you are. The cool air calms your nerves and redness from the drinks. 

“Yeah, I think a walk will help...” Still in your nicely drunken haze, you pull the pack from your pocket. 

“Oh finally!” Jihyo exclaims clapping her hands seeing you pull it out.

“Wow I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone get excited over smoking before” You laugh at her. 

“Oh shut up!” Jihyo playfully punches you. A smoke after a night of drinking and walking in the cool air never fails to ease any stress in you. You place the cigarette between your lips and cup the end while you light it. The first breath warms your mouth and you pull the smoke instinctively through your nostrils. After letting out a puff of smoke, you sigh in relief. 

“Wow.. daebak” Jihyo says intently watching you. You continue to talk and walk, by the time you smoke half of the cigarette you’ve made it to your apartment building.

“Here it is...” You say slightly disappointed that this is where Jihyo would leave you, “It’s getting a bit colder. Do you want me to call you a cab?” You ask.

“No it’s okay. Is it okay if I come inside? I can warm up a bit and then head out.” Jihyo offers. 

“Sure I have extra jackets and sweatshirts if you need too” you respond. 

Up in your apartment you give her the tour of your small space and head out to the small balcony. “Wow even a balcony!” Jihyo says in surprise as if she doesn’t live in luxury. 

You bring out two beers and pull out the other half of the cigarette and light it again. Jihyo rests her arm on the railing and turns to watch you. 

“Do you want to do it again?” You ask, knowing she understands you.

“Yeah...” she replies stepping closer. You follow the same motions as that night and pull her face towards yours before exhaling a bit of smoke into her mouth. As she takes it in, she closes the distance letting the smoke escape from the corners of your mouths as your lips touch. Her arms wrap around your neck and yours around her waist. You pull back for a moment, placing the cigarette in the ashtray. “Are you sure this is okay?” 

“Just kiss me.” She responds, her voice low, pulling you back into her. The pace of the kiss increases as your lips dance together, and her tongue darts out and licks your lower lip. Allowing her to cross the bridge, you open your mouth to let her in. Your tongues circle and dance exchanging saliva and lust. Jihyo moans into your mouth as you grip her hips tighter and pull her body flush against yours. 

You pull away and place your mouth next to her ear, “I… I want you Jihyo” You saw lowly, eliciting a breathy moan from the girl who runs her hands into your hair. As you start to place messy kisses along her jaw and neck she breathes out, “I want you too.” The green lights flash and something wakes up in both of you. You peel your jacket off and throw it blindly towards one of the chairs on the balcony and run your hands down Jihyo’s back down to rest on her supple ass as you continue to make out. Jihyo pulls at the hem of your shirt and you step back, allowing her to pull it off of you. Jihyo takes a second to admire your naked upper half. You smirk at the newfound confidence and hunger growing within you. Jihyo lunges towards you licking, kissing, and sucking on any bare skin she could find. Your head falls back and her hand darts towards your quickly growing bulge. Upon feeling your crotch she gasps at your size.

You massage her ass and your hand runs up under her tanktop to unclasp her bra. Finally letting her godsent milkers free. You watch as they freely recoil on her small tight body. “Can I?” You ask taking hold of the hem of her tank top. “Take it off baby… I know you want my tits, don’t think I don’t see you staring every day” Jihyo says slyly. She wasn’t lying, as much as you’d want to deny, how could you. You tear off her top and let your eyes feast on her naked upper half, her perfect round tits set upon her torso, her tight abdomen and prominent collar bones. 

“Sculpted by the gods” You say under your breath admiring her body. 

“Don’t just stand there loverboy… Taste them” Jihyo presses her chest out towards you. Grabbing onto her thighs you hoist her up and rest her on the railing so her chest is at face level. You drag your tongue between the valley of her breasts before kissing and making your way to suck on one of her taught nipples. Jihyo lets out a long moan and throws her head back, her hands intertwining with your hair. “Oh fuck yes baby… suck on my tits… good boy” she encourages you. You moan around her nipples as your other hand moves to massage and play with the other. Soon you switch and look up at her, her chest now heaving and her legs wrapped around your body. You could feel your pants getting tighter by the second. You needed more. 

Hoisting her up again, you bring her inside to your bedroom. You toss her onto the bed and she scoots up, crawling up after her you help her out of her pants so she’s left in her small black panties. “Holy shit…” you say in awe of the situation. Park Jihyo, technically one of your bosses, almost naked in your bed, begging and waiting for you to ravage her, to please her. It was a dream come true. Jihyo hops up onto her knees and switches places with you so you’re laying back on your elbows. She travels down your body and undoes your pants leaving you in your underwear. Seeing the outline of your cock practically made her mouth water. She slowly pulls your underwear off and your length springs freely from its cotton confines against your stomach. 

“So… big” Jihyo says looking at you. You don’t know how to respond so you just give her a silly smirk. She takes hold of it and that sight alone could’ve made you bust instantly, but you knew you needed to hold out. “I can’t wait to taste this” She moans starting to slowly stroke your cock. 

“Holy fuck Jihyo… this is so hot… you’re so hot” you moan, barely able to piece sentences together at this point. 

She licks her lips then brings her mouth to your tip. She circles your tip with her tongue before taking it into her mouth and sucking deeply. You let out a loud moan and your cock twitches in her hand. Jihyo slowly starts to bob her head up and down taking every inch in deeper and deeper. Your hand instinctively runs through her hair to hold her head. Every now and then you open your ecstasy-shut eyes to peak at the beautiful woman sucking your cock. You feared that watching the whole thing may lead to an unexpected bust. Jihyo pops off your tip and licks the underside of your length before going back down, stroking your cock with your hand she wraps her lips around each of your heavy balls. “Ohhhh my god JIhyo that’s so good… fuck you’re so good” you moan out. Jihyo looks up at you with hooded eyes, fogged over with lust. Sucking down your length one last time she moves her body slightly up. 

“I know you want to… and I want you to too… this big cock.. Between my big tits…” Jihyo says, dripping with sex and lust.

She encases your length with her heavy tits and your hips jerk at the feeling. Her soft, warm skin, around your wet cock. Jihyo starts to move up and down, licking your tip whenever it peaked through her mounds. She speeds up her movements, intermittently slowing down and speeding up, almost in an attempt to edge you with her breasts. 

“Fuck… Jihyo if you keep doing that I’ll cum… let me eat you out please I need you” you beg in hopes of not ending the night before you could even fuck her. 

“Mmm fuck please baby… I’m already so wet for you” Jihyo coos getting up to switch positions with you.

Between her legs, you pull her panties down with your teeth, getting a quick whiff of her scent. A sweet mix of her perfume, her sweat and her essence. After pulling off her underwear you sit in awe again, her naked body on full display for you in the low light. You lift her legs so that they’re propped up on the bed and your arms hook around her thighs, spreading her pussy for you. “Eat me baby” Jihyo moans in anticipation.

You start by placing kisses on her inner thighs, trailing your way to her core. You blow lightly on her pussy making her back arch as you watch her wetness increase. Finally diving in, you lick a strip from her hole to her clit which you clasp your lips around and suck, swirling your tongue around it. Jihyo moans loudly and writhes in pleasure. “Ohhhh fuck baby! Just like that… eat my fucking pussy!” 

You continue your feast, licking and sucking on her folds, dipping your tongue into her wet hole before starting to tease with your fingers. You look up at her throughout your assault, her eyes shut in pleasure, her mouth gaped open with streams of beautiful moans flowing out. It was like a masterful, sensual painting. “You look gorgeous Jihyo” the words slipping out as you admire her. 

“God you’re making me even wetter baby” she moans back smirking. As she does so, you sneakily press a finger inside of her waiting hole. “OH! Yess babyyyy” Jihyo moans in surprise. You pair your fingering with continuing to suck and lick her swollen clit. Her legs start to shake as you find her spot, “Oh fuck holy shit… baby right there oh my god yes….”

Jihyo starts to move her hips, wanting more of you. “Damnit baby fuck me already… I wanna feel that big cock inside me so bad… I need to cum all over you” 

Her words shock you, you never thought such dirty words would come from the leader of the nations girl group. You couldn’t resist so you pull your fingers out of her and suck her juices off of your digits, making sure she’s watching. “Kiss me. Let me taste” she yearns

You oblige and lean down to kiss her, as the kiss ensues you line your cock with her entrance and slowly push in. She digs her nails into your shoulders and moans into your mouth. You were surprised with how long you’ve been able to last without even fucking her yet, but now was the real test. Letting her adjust to your size, her tight wet pussy grabbed onto your length for dear life. Slowly starting to withdraw your hips and push back in you both moan in pure pleasure. “Fuck me” she moans into your ear, before latching her lips onto your neck. You pant and grunt as you start to push in and out of her tight hole. Her legs wrap around your waist keeping your cock in at all times. Speeding up you lean up, Jihyo admiring her work of a dark red hickey on your neck and you thrust harder and faster, delighting in watching her tits bounce with the force of your body. “God you’re so fucking tight Jihyo” You groan, “Your tits look so fucking good holy shit” 

Jihyo, wanting to encourage you even more, grabs hold of her chest and presses them together, toying with her own nipples, even testing her limits, pulling one up to her own mouth, darting her tongue out to lap up her taught nipples. “Oh my fucking god….” you moan, ramping up your speed. Your grip on her small waist tightens and you pull out so that your tip is barely held in by her hole before slamming back into her. At this point you’re both a mess, hungry animals just in search of pleasure and release. You pull out and quickly flip her around, hoisting her hips up and stradling her legs you press your cock back in her to prone bone her. You instantly hit her spot and her head whips back to look at you, “RIGHT THERE FUCK ME RIGHT THERE HARDER!!!” She practically yells. 

You do as you’re told and press her hip into the bed, your other hand gripping into her hair and pulling back as you fuck her harder and faster. Jihyo’s moans readh a new level and her legs start to kick up in pure ecstasy. You lean over and moan into her ear, your back pressed against hers, the sound of your balls hitting her wet pussy adding to the thickness of the room. Your wrap your arm around her head and move her to face you, “You like this JIhyo? Getting fucked by my big cock? Your tight wet pussy, gripping my length?” You urge her on, driving her quickly towards her edge. 

“Oh my god yes baby! Fuck I love it holy shit I love your big cock in me!” Jihyo moans back, spit dripping from the edges of her open mouth. 

“Cum for me Jihyo… cum all over your loverboys cock” You command her, placing your hand around her throat and fucking her harder, deeper, and faster. Jihyo’s moans become even higher in pitch and you can feel her walls start to pulse around you. “I- I’m gonna fuck.. I’m gonna cum baby… I’m gonna cum all over your cock baby!” With that her entire body tenses and twitches in your arms, her eyes shut and her moan cuts out. Her pussy pulsates and wettens around you as you slow your thrusts. You place soft kisses on her neck and shoulder, rubbing her hips and ass to ride out her intense orgasm. After a few minutes she recovers and it takes everything from you not to cum with her. In her post orgasm haze she turns to face you. “I want your cum in me.” she declares. Your eyes lock with hers in shock, “Huh?” you question, thinking it would be too risky. “It’s fine, I’m on the pill anyways… plus if you cum in me I’ll probably cum again too, but I want to see you.”  

“O-okay babe” you reply pulling out as she turns over onto her back again and holding her legs up for you. Her juices drip from her now gaping hole. You line yourself up once again and you push into her, your head falling back at the now familiar feeling of her walls. You want to imprint this view and feeling into your mind, since you didn’t know if it would ever happen again. You lean down and kiss her passionately as you start to fuck her fast and hard, the way she likes. Her tongue dances with yours and her arms find their place around your neck and wrapping up in your hair, her tits pillowing against your chest and her tight pussy squeezing your cock as you fuck her. 

Starting to fuck her even harder and faster her hands move to scratch down your back, her moans again exceeding the sound barrier and her tits bounce freely. You hold her legs open, looking down to see your cock impaling her small body. You spit down onto her pussy and move your hand to rub her clit as you fuck her. “Oh my god fuck! Baby if you do that… oh my god… fuck it feels so good!!” Jihyo’s voice raising in octaves, signifying her pleasure at your doing. The sights and the sounds were starting to become too much, you could feel yourself nearing the edge. “Jihyo.. I- I’m gonna cum soon… Fuck…” you grunt out. 

“Baby keep doing what you’re doing… I’m gonna cum again too… holy shit… Fuck I want your cum in me so bad baby… please cum in me… cum in my tight pussy” Jihyo begs. You fuck her faster and rub her clit just as fast. You start to feel her pussy pulse yet again, but this time it’s wetter. It feels as though her pussy is trying to push you out yet keep you in at the same time. Suddenly Jihyo lets out a loud yelp and your cock is forced out as she squirts all over you, her body racking with intense pleasure. This was it… This was your breaking point. Taking your cock into your hand you quickly jerk off at watching her squirt, you feel yourself about to cum, your toes curl and you start to see stars so you push your cock back inside of her still cumming hole and release your fat load. “Ohhh fuck I’m cumming Jihyo holy shit…” You paint her walls with your thick white cum, both of your bodies twitching and writhing with ecstacy as you both orgasm together. You lean your tired sweaty body ontop of hers, both heaving, your cock still buried and twitching inside of her. 

“Oh my god that felt so good… You came so much in me… Fuck…” Jihyo breathes out. 

“Jihyo.. That was amazing… I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard holy shit” you lightly chuckle, kissing her cheek. After a few moments of catching your breath, you pull out and watch some of your cum escape her overflowing hole. You watch it run down her puckered ass hole and onto your sheets. She lets a hand down to scoop some up and she brings it to her mouth, cleaning her fingers. “Mmm of course it tastes yummy too” She smirks, raising an eyebrow. Jihyo wanting even more moves to lay on her stomach between your legs and cleans off your sensitive cock. She pops off and looks up at you, licking her lips, “So good baby” she moans. The two of you catch your breath and hold each other, cuddled up on the bed for a few minutes before you break the silence, “So… cigarette after sex?” 

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“how is it you always know what i need, huh?” is giving shaymien :’)

(this turned into coffeeshop shayne x visual merchandiser damien au) (prompt from here)

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Initially, Shayne never understood the purpose of opening hours before the rest of the mall. It seemed like a waste of time, resources, and payroll. Business was slow in the early hours, their only customers were usually the elderly people who walked laps around the stores to get their steps in. The more openers he worked, though, he soon realized how early some of the retail workers got there.

It was free entertainment to hear the groups of employees come in, complaining about a recent shitty customer or bad judgment call that corporate made, open to his ears without the concern of the general public able to hear. He’d inadvertently learned a lot of buzzwords that way, the names of some of the higher ups at the stores he’d been going to since he was a teenager, and had a better understanding about how horrible the retail industry treated their employees.

The slower hours allowed him time in between to study his college textbooks and chat with frequent visitors, one of which he had become much more acquainted with.

Shayne could hear the telltale sound of the store gate creaking upwards, then a minute later closing back down, along with the jingling of keys.

“Shayney days and Mondays!” Damien greeted. The lanyard of his store’s badge repeatedly hit his stomach as he walked in.

“Good morning,” Shayne said in a yawn. Once his eyes fully opened back up, he could see Damien giggling. He mentally cursed his body for distracting him from the sweet sound.

He went over to the computer, pressing buttons to start a new order of drinks in the system.

“Who’s all here today?” Shayne asked.

Damien sat in a stool at the counter, rubbing his temples.

“Uhh, me, Keith, Amanda, Courtney, and…”

“Let me guess. TWB?”

Damien sighed heavily, nodding and looking up at Shayne.

“The Wicked Bitch of the West,” they both whispered in unison, trying to hide their laughter.

“You gotta talk to Ian about that, man,” Shayne said, putting in the orders from each employee he’d memorized. “Wait—Amanda likes whipped cream, right?”

“Oh, uh, yes,” Damien said, “And yeah, I know. Ironically, I’ve been working so much lately, but just haven’t had a chance to talk to him about TWB. And I really need to, next week he’s supposed to go over to the Central location to help them with their corporate visit. As if we need any of our employees taken away to prep for ours.”

Shayne nodded, having Damien check the screen to make any corrections to the drink orders. He hesitated before having Damien pay, tacking on a cookie to the order, then overriding the price of the treat to zero.

“Twenty one forty five,” Shayne said, that number ingrained into his mind, as it had become tradition for Damien to come in most mornings during the week.

Damien usually only had to do the 6AM shifts every couple months. Part of him dreaded it, but his passion for wanting to become a better manager and leader kept him going—the drive the man had despite all of his complaints was something else.

He started talking about his recent turmoil with his dreaded boss, the highest authority over the department he loved so much unfortunately was the source of most of his recent problems. Shayne listened and nodded, flipping through the collective bills Damien had handed over then sticking them in the cash drawer. He’d have to remember to make up the difference for the cookie later on.

“Like why the fuck would I lift an already heavy shelf and keep the boots on it? Is she fucking nuts?” Damien griped, watching Shayne work to prepare each coffee.

“That’s crazy,” Shayne answered, “but another great example to bring up to your store manager. Surely he can bring her into his office to talk about stuff like that. Do you think she was purposely trying to make you look incompetent to your coworkers?”

Damien paused.

“I never really thought of it like that…” he said quietly, “That makes sense, though. When you say it like that.”

“I think she probably knows better, but potentially doesn’t have the best intentions for you. Just something to think about,” Shayne said, “And, I’m sorry if that’s out of line. I know you came here to vent, not for me to go all Therapist Shayne on you.”

“Hey, I’ll take what I can get,” Damien chuckled, then thought for a moment. “Hey, do you wanna see what I’ve been working on today? We didn’t have, like, most of the things I needed, but I’m really proud of how the display turned out, do you wanna see pictures?”

Shayne nodded, then leaned over the counter to look over his phone.

“Wow. That looks great, man. I might have to go in and buy some of that,” Shayne joked, looking at the details Damien had described—the steamed pants on a mannequin, the tight folds of shirts on a table, the colors that he’d gracefully balanced on each fixture of the room.

“Thanks. I had to rush a bit this morning, but I’m happy how it turned out. I wish we didn’t have customers coming in soon, they’re just gonna fuck it up.”

Shayne placed each coffee in a holder, but left Damien’s cup and the cookie out, handing them directly to him.

“Is…this my order?” Damien asked, looking at Shayne confusedly. His words weren’t accusatory, instead laced with gentle concern as to help Shayne realize his mistake.

“No, I—“ Shayne stuttered, his face flushing with pink. “I mean, yes, it is, but I—I added the cookie. I bought you the cookie.”

Damien’s lips pursed for a moment.

“Oh,” he said, “You…you didn’t have to do that.”

Shayne shrugged.

“You sounded stressed. And those cookies are really good.”

As if he wasn’t expected back at work, Damien stayed frozen for a minute. Shayne was worried he had done something wrong.

“How is it you always know what I need, huh?” Damien asked. His eyes looked Shayne’s expression over, quickly following up with, “I appreciate it a lot, I mean. I just feel so…different, compared to my coworkers, but whenever I talk to you…you just…get me. And my unrealized need of a cookie, apparently.”

Shayne prevented himself from shrugging again, recognizing the need to maintain the sincerity of the moment, but he was silent. The add on of the cookie was meant to be just a simple, friendly gesture, but…maybe it could mean more.

It did mean more. And Shayne was okay with that.

[coy-lee]

Been a while since I've givin' yall one of these! My friend and I collabed again to bring you this cuteness!

Description:

One morning, Sun wakes up but finds that he suffered a motor malfunction during the night and cannot move. He can still feel sensations tho. It took time for the maintenance team to arrive for the day so Sun and Moon find a way to pass the time while they wait

( lee!Sun, ler!Moon )

Motor Function Error

Morning time already!

The Pizza Plex still wouldn't be open for another two hours though. Time to spare before the kids arrived.

Moon awoke gently, bringing his hand behind his head to unplug himself. He stretched his arms high above his head, making sure the oil in his joints dispersed and kept him nice and limber. He turned his head slightly to greet his counterpart... who was half sitting half standing in his charging station, still plugged in. Uh-oh...

"Sun? Suuuuun~"Moon knelt down before the slumbering bot and patted his cheek gingerly. He wasn't too worried about the state he found Sun in. This happened sometimes. Corporate spent most of their repair funds on the main stage animatronics, so Sun and Moon often had to deal with older hardware and software. Granted, their parts were more advanced and thus more expensive, but things like this morning were more likely to occur thanks to the willing blindness of those in charge of the funds.

After a few more pats and beacons, Sun's eyes lit up... but he didn't move. He couldn't move. Just as Moon had suspected…

"Morning, sleepyhead~" Moon sang.

"Morni-... Wait a minute... Wha-HEY!"

"Hkhkhkheheheh... " Moon couldn't help but chuckle at Sun's reaction. Although a problem, this wasn't actually as serious as it seemed. It was more annoying than anything. It had only happened twice and both times to Moon. Seeing Sun being the victim of their motors' practical joke this time was admittedly funny. Besides, Sun had laughed at his predicament last time.

"I CAN'T MOVE!" Sun exclaimed.

"I know... " A smug smirk stretched across Moon's face.

Had Sun been able to control his face at that moment, he would have scowled at that.

"I DON'T LIKE THIS!"

"Yeah? Well neither did I..."

"Oh... Sorry... '' Sun apologized, remembering how he had a giggle fit last time Moon was paralyzed like this. It's much more amusing on the outside, that's for sure. "What time is it?"

"We've got about an hour to kill before your heroes show up for work."

"UUUUHHHHHGGGGGG...." Sun sighed dramatically. An hour!? Like this!? Guess there was no helping it...

"Could you-"

"-Of course... '' Moon interrupted Sun, already knowing the request as he himself had asked the same of Sun before. He unplugged Sun from the charging station, picked him up bridal-style, and carried him over to their comfy corner in their loft. He may have been paralyzed, but Sun could still feel. May as well make him comfy while they waited. Moon laid Sun down in their little "nest" gently, being sure to prop a pillow behind the motionless animatronic.

"Thank you."

"You did the same for me~" Moon replied with a kind smile. He then made himself comfortable next to Sun, ready to wait out the next hour or so for the arrival of the maintenance crew.

Aaaaaaand it didn't even take two minutes for-

"Moooonyyyyyyy, I'm boooooooooooored... "

Moon glanced over at Sun with an amused smirk, rolling onto his side and looking at him. He was propped up on his elbow, and very relaxed.

"Well, how about a game of I Spy? Mm wait, that may be a little difficult since you can't move your head... Oh! maybe--nnno, we've played 21 questions a BUNCH of times. We always have the same ideas!"

Moon pondered, wanting to entertain his counterpart the same way Sun kept him entertained while he was previously in this situation...and then it hit him.

"How about some jokes ~? Ahem-HEM! What does it take to make an octopus laugh?"

He waited…

"Kkkkkhkhkh... I dunno~ what?..." Sun was already holding in his giggles. Sun knew the answer, but those dumb jokes always made him laugh regardless. Maybe it was just the way Moon told them.

"...It takes, TEN TICKLES~!" Moon sounded happier than usual! Maybe he was just in a good mood...or in a mood to play.

Either way, his fingers made quick work of teasing Sun gently, scribbling and crawling all along his rays. Oh that was cruel. With his motor functions down, Sun couldn't hide his rays the way he usually would by pulling them in...they were just out in the open!

"GYEEEEHEEheeheehee (snort)! M-MOON!" Sun squeaked in surprise at the sudden attack. He should have guessed Moon would have done that. He usually did. This time, however, Sun was unable to hide away like he normally would... That.... That wouldn't become a problem... W-would it?

"Your little snorts are so cuuute~" He crooned, giggling and making sure to tickle over every single ray. "Hm..! You have nine rays...so that's nine tickles! Oh, we need one more to make ten, don't we? Let's see, let's seeee...how about heeeere~?"

Now his spider-like fingers made their way down to Sun's exposed neck, giggling along with his bright counterpart as he teased up the sides, and even under his chin. Usually Sun would hunch his shoulders, or squeeze his head down to protect his poor neck, but...

"...You knoooow~ Some light tickling might be a good way to pass the time, don't you think....?"

"W-w...Wahahait a minute!... Th-that's not fair! I can't move!" Sun giggled nervously at the thought... and Moon's apparent enthusiasm about the idea. He tried to move his head more forcefully... Nothing... A finger perhaps?... Nope. A toe??? Nada.

"Ehehehe, m-maybe we could play I Spy... I mean... I can see plenty of things... Eeheehee…"

"Oh come on~ We both know how much you loooove your tickles, Sunny. You can't hide that from me~ I even hear the excitement in your voice." Moon was so delicate with his touch. He began marching his fingertips carefully down Sunny's sides, knowing there wasn't a thing he could do to stop it.

"I'll be featherlight, juuuust like thiiiis~"

"B-buhuhut g-gEEheeheehee (snort)!" Happy squeals escaped Sun as he mentally thrashed around and curled into a ball. Unfortunately, that was just in his head. On the outside, Sun was as still as he could be. You'd almost think he was unfazed... if he wasn't laughing and squeaking so much.

" L-lihihight ones ahahare b-bAHAhahahad khkhkhk (snort)!"

"Ohoo~ Do you prefer I really DIG in, then?" Just as Moon asked this his fingers did just that. He really began scribbling up along Sunny's sides, tickling faster and applying more pressure.

"Like thiiiis? Is this better~? Goochie goo~"

"NAAAAOO! AHAHahahahaha! STAPIT!" Sun screeched. He was not expecting Moon to just dive in like that, and he screamed both in surprise and laughter. Man, Sun really wished he could move again.

When asked to stop, that's exactly what Moon did, tittering and even kicking his legs a little.

"Oh you're a gas like this~! Such a silly thing... Ah, so you like the lighter ones better, yeah? I told you." Moon observed Sun's body again before smiling.

"Okay~! How about a magic trick, then? Would you like to see one?"

Moon had something up his sleeve.

"Phew! Okay okay okay! SHOW ME!" Sun wasn't dumb. He knew Moon was playing him, but he preferred to play along.

Moon did some strange hand movements… -though admittedly they were rather enchanting; nice to look at, something rather theatrical about them. And then he reached behind Sun's head and--

"What's this behind your ray!? AHA~!" He pulled out a long white feather...oh, it looked soft. "My! What to do with this? Hmhm..." Moon scooted closer, gently taking Sun's arm and pulling it out into his lap. Wordlessly he began stroking the feather along Sun's palm, slowly working down his forearm. And then along the seam of his elbow...and then up his bicep...oh no. Moon had a target in mind clearly, and Sun couldn't exactly clamp his arm down right now.

"W-WAIT! N-nohoHOHO (snort)! DON'T YOU DAHARE, MISTER!" Sun protested. Oh he wanted to wiggle so BAD. But honestly... He kinda was enjoying his reflexes not getting in the way... Usually his squirming would make it harder for him to enjoy himself... This kept that from happening.

"Ohooo Suuuunnyyyyy~" Oh his voice was dripping with mischief. Moon circled the feather in the air just above his defenseless armpit, not touching yet. "Iiit's gonna getchaaaa~ Ooh, such a ticklish spot I see! But if you don't waaaaaant tickles there, I guess just roll over."

He waited, of course knowing he was being a jerk. "No? So you DO want tickles! And I know just how sensitive you are here..." Moon was enjoying Sun's lack of reflexes as well! It was giving him more time to focus on just where he wanted to tickle him, and his methods. His smile was so wide as he touched those soft bristles down on Sun's exposed underarm joint, dusting the area carelessly.

"Tiiiickle tickle~"

"PpppBWAAAHahahahah! STAAAHAHAHAHAWP IIIHIHIHIHIT! (SNORT) STAHAhahahaHAHAP!" Sun squealed with delight as the feather danced around, guided by the mischievous Moon. Sun kept forgetting he couldn't move, but every time he tried to jerk, he was reminded of such.

"Come on Sunny~ You don't meeeaaaan that, do you? You're having a blast!" Moon thought for a moment and grinned, sitting up to roll over atop of Sun.

"In fact, I'll get both!" After moving Sun's second arm up, he began to softly spider his fingers into his other underarm, the feather still set on the one it had been given.

"Giiitchie goo~ Oh how does it feel to be THIS level of helpless, hmm?"

"AAAAHAHAHAHAAAA! NOOOHOHOHOOO! IHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLLLLLLES!" Sun cackled. This was unbearable... Unbearably fun. Moon was just milking this, wasn't he?

"Of course it does~ Even if I wasn't purposely tickling you...being touched here is just too much to bear for poor, ticklish little Sunny, isn't it~?" Moon cooed, snickering at his counterpart's position.

Soon enough he abandoned the feather, simply scribbling both hands under Sun's arms rather ruthlessly. Oh Moon must have been in a mood now…

"AAHAHAHAAAA! WAHEEHEET! WAAAEEEETEEHEEHEEHEE!" Sun screeched at the new intensity of the tickling under his arms. Oh, he just wanted to squirm or wiggle or pull down his arms. Any of them. All of them! But he just lied there helpless to evade or stop the playful torture.

"Wait~? For what? What can you possibly do right now?" Moon smiled such a smarmy little grin, his fingers traveling down Sun's ribs carelessly.

"Ooh Sunny~ If you want the tickle-tickles to slow down maybe you should just lower your arms! Then I'll know you actually want me to stop~"

Moon's nails moved along Sun's ribs in a jellyfish-like motion, listening closely for his response.

"MBAHAHAHahaha! I heeheehee CAHAHAHAHAHANT, YOOHOOHOU BUHUHUHUTT!" Sunny didn't know what to do with himself. There was nothing he could do with himself. Moon was pushing his buttons a lot more, probably because he could literally get away with anything in this moment. So why wouldn’t he tease Sun to bits?

"What was that? Me? A butt? Ohoo you'll pay for that one..." Moon lifted his hands and wiggled them within Sun's vision.

"I believe it's Tummy tickle tiiiime~ Are you ready?"

"NOOO NONONONOHOHO! I'M SORRY! I'M SOHORRY! NOT TUMMY TICKLE TIHIME! PLEEEEEEEASE!" Sun begged. He should have known better than to insult Moon in this position, but it was too late. He was in for it.

"Eheehee~ Heeere it cooomes~" Moon teased. Usually he would do a few fake-outs now, to get Sun squealing and jumpy...but he couldn't really move right now, so maybe just going for it would be the better option!

His fingers began to glide quickly along Sun's defenseless tummy, also getting both of his sides in the process.

"Tiiiiickle tickle~! Ooo such a ticklish spot, isn't it?"

"***YEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE(SNORT)!*** MOOHOOhoohooNEE- ACK! BWAHAHAHAHAHA! NEEEEEHEEHEEHEE!" the paralyzed bot cackled. He just wanted to curl into a ball and roll around, but it was no use. His tummy stayed put, welcoming the tickling Moon was glad to give. And the teasing? Sun felt the unbearable urge to hide his blushing face, something else he could not do.

"Well well, what have we here..." Moon circled a single finger slowly around Sun's defenseless little tummy button.

"Hehe...Oh if only you could cover this little spot, hm? Oh It must be driving you crazy right now..." Moon was eating this UP. He just loved hearing all of Sun's reactions and laughter.

"OHOHOHO, PLEASE! AHANYWHERE BUT THEEEEERE!" Sun knew at any moment Moon would dip that devious finger in his belly button, tickling him to tears with that devilish grin and teases to boot. Every electronic nerve was on high alert only adding to the ever increasing sensitivity of his systems. His helplessness multiplied that sensitivity 10 fold alone.

"Anywhere~?" Moon giggled, grabbing Sun's waist and lifting him slightly. "Let's make this more interesting..."

He laid Sun's middle right over his own lap! This arched his tummy up...ohhh boy.

"Is this fine~? Oh I bet you're feeling much more ticklish this way..." Without any warning Moon dipped his finger into that soft little dent, tickling away with such a cruel precision.

"Poor thing, what if I just did this until your repairs were ready to be worked on? Oh you'd go wild."

" IHIHIHI'LL DIIIIHIHIHIHIHIHEEHEEHEEHEEEEE!" Sun screamed desperately. Being in his tickle monster's lap was both comforting and horrifying. Having his tummy arched made him even more defenseless... Geez, Moon was just havin' a ball tickling Sun out of his mind. Who could blame him though? His Sunny had the cutest giggles in the world! The more he heard, the more he needed.

"No you won't ~ Silly..." Moon held one of Sun's limp hands to comfort him more. Oh the tickling in his navel though...it was unbearable. He couldn't even twitch or shiver under the touch.

But then--

"Aaaahhh--" Moon leaned down and began playfully tickle-biting all along Sun's arched tummy. "NAMNAMNAAAM~! Eheeeheee, yummy tummy treat for the tickle monster ~"

"AAAAHAHAHAHAAA! OHOHONOHOHOHO! GYAHAHAHAHAAA! EEHEEHEEHEEEEEEK!" The new sensation nibbling at his belly renewed Sun's bouts of laughter. He tried commanding his systems to suck in his tummy, but of course, it stayed put.

" 'M NAHAHAHAT A TREEEHEEHEEHEEEAT!"

"Ohoo yes you are~" And then a SURPRISE raspberry! "PHHBBTTTT~! Hee hee, right on the navel...oh you've never sat so still for these before~ Hehe.."

Moon listened to those giggles so happily, sighing before...

"Now, about those feet…"

"AHAHahahahaha-W-wait! Di-... Did you say...? No... NonoNONONONO! DONT!" Sun scrunched up his toes... In his mind. His actual toes stayed put, ready and waiting for their inevitable tickle time.

"Don't?" Moon giggled. "But you did say ANYWHERE but the tummy...that includes there~"

He slowly set Sun to sit up, crawling down to his defenseless feet and slipping off his only source of protection.

"Hehe...how bad will it tickle while unable to curl those toes~?" Moon gently wiggled a few of Sun's toes to tease him and test the waters.

"TEEHEEHEEHEEHEE (snort)! STAHAP IT!" Sun just wanted to shake his head, pound on the floor, ANYTHING... but the glitch persisted, and so did Moon.

"Ohooo this is gonna be good..." Moon purred, gently pressing all of his fingers into Sun's heels before skittering them up to the balls of his feet, then back down.

"Giiitchie goo~! Ohh does this tickle? Hmm? Does it???"

"DYAHAHAHAHA! PLEEHEEHEASE NO! STAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Sun was going mad with tickle induced laughter. He couldn't take it! He couldn't move, he couldn't defend himself, and it was getting harder and harder to communicate. But he knew that while the soles of his feet were very ticklish, his toes were terribly ticklish, and they were soon to be next.

"Ohoho, sooo loud! But I know what can make you louder..." And just as Sun had predicted...

"Tiiickle tickle Sun's toesie woooesiiieees~" He cackled with a big playful smile, dusting his fingers all along the length of those poor paralyzed digits.

"AAAAHAHAAPLEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEASE! I CANT! IHIHI CAHAHAHAHANT! PLEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!" Sun went ballistic. His voice made that clear while his body stayed perfectly still. His nerves were on fire with ticklish electricity under the calm surface of his exo.

"Oohoo~ How cute! Not a thing you can do to stop it or even shake off the tickles, hmm?"

Moon smirked, pulling out a couple of feathers.

"Not a thing..." Slowly he brushed them through Sun's toes on both feet, giggling with him the entire time. Though, clearly not as hard.

"OHOHPLEEHEASE! OHOHNO! IIHITS TOO MUHUHUHUHUCH! (SNORT) EEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEEE!" Sun's squeals echoed throughout their room as Moon continued to saw and flutter and snake the feathers between his motionless toes.

Moon cooed and continued his fun, knowing Sun could do nothing to stop him.

"Oh you know what may be fun? If I tickle you so much...your body does a quick little reboot. Do you think that would fix the problem? Oho, maybe we won't even HAVE to wait for maintenance!"

"NO OHO PLEEHEEHEEHEASE! WE D-DOHohoHOHONT NEED TO TRYHYHYHYHYEEEE!" Moon wasn't serious about that, right?...right!?...

Well, it was out of Sun's hands. His fate was in Moon's…

"But we coooouuld~ Something tells me you wannaaaa!" Moon wasn't hearing any safewords.

Sure, lots of begging, but nothing panicked...Sun seemed to be enjoying it as well! Right?

"Thiiis little piggy went to market~" Moon sang, gently playing with Sun's toes as he continued.

"Ohoho WHYHYHYEEEEE! DON'T DO IT!" Sun squeed. Was Sun enjoying himself? Absolutely! Did he want to continue?.... Absolutely... Why stop the fun?

"Hmm~?" Moon grinned so wide, clearly having fun.

"Thiiiiis little piggy stayed home..." Usually Moon would simply wiggle Sun's toes when doing this game... But since he was unable to curl his toes at the moment, he instead was gently running his finger tip up and down the toe he was toying with. He even poked the cute little pads a couple of times before moving on!

"Thiihiiis little piggy hahad roast beef~"

"NO HEEHEEHEE DIDIHIHIHIHINT!" Sun squeaked out. He didn't know why he was being defiant like that. Maybe he was stalling. Maybe he was drawing it out~

"Thihis littlehehe- Piggy had noooone~" Moon played a little more before...

"And thiiis little piggy went WEEE~!" Now his fingers went wild again, tickling all up along and overtop of Sun's toes.

But Moon's favorite was definitely nestling those scritching, wiggling fingers under Sun's poor toes, aswell as in between.

"Let's hear those laughs~"

"EEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE(SNORT)! NYAHAHAHEEHEEHEEHEE! P-PLEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEE!" Sun's squeals and manic giggles reverberated around the room, down the halls and all throughout the daycare.

"Ohhh~ So ticklish, aren't we? Poor little toes..." Moon's fingers never stopped, knowing Sun could do nothing to get away or defend himself.

"Suunnnyyyyy..." He sang gently, leaning up to look at his face.

"You know what to say if you REALLY want to stop...right~?"

Of course he meant their little word, "comet". He just had to check.

"MOOHOOHOOHOOHOONEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEE!" That's all Sun could respond with. He was overwhelmed with tickles and embarrassment. The ever present blush on his cheeks and his wild laughter made that quite clear.

Moon smiled when he heard his name, giggling before giving Sun a little break and tickling his arches instead. Still a bad spot, but not nearly as bad...

"Are you having fun, Starling,..?"

"AAAHEEHEEheeheeHEEHEEEE! PffffAHAHAHAHA(snort) GEEheeheeheeHEEHEEEE!" Had Sun not been immobile, he would have nodded his head as to not have to admit it out loud, but he couldn't. He was still limp and motionless, helplessly so.

"Heehee...Alright~" Moon slowly crawled back up, sitting beside Sun and gently pulling him into his lap.

He knew how Sunny got, wanting comfort and cuddles after a good tickling. His hand still rested softly on Sun's tummy, gently drawing soft circles.

"Eeheeheehee... Mhmhmhmhm Hehehe (snort)... Hmmmhmhm..." Sun relaxed his internal systems with little giggles still spilling out from the gentle tracing on his tummy.

"Maintenance should be here soon...Hope you had as much fun as I did~" Moon giggled, petting Sun's head gently.

"You should rest until they come by."

"Okayheehee..." Sun sighed enjoying this time with Moon.

"... I.... I had lots of fun too…"

"I'm so glad, Sunny~" Moon smiled, holding his hand and resting his head atop of Sun's own as they waited.

[kitmoas]

The Arrow

Summary: Playing hide and seek with your boss's daughter is fun.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1984

Warnings: Semi-public sex, light degrading, you get shot at with an arrow?

*If I missed anything, let me know!*

A/N: lol we try again. let me know if it shows up

***MINORS DNI** **18+**

Work was brutal as usual. You had only been at work for a few hours but your boss was stressed out. Head down, focused on typing up emails that needed to be sent out and you could hear your boss yelling loudly. The boss always seems to forget that half of the walls here are made of glass, including the one that separates your small office from hers. Something about their daughter not showing up for work gets your attention though, realizing that the office across the floor is empty.

Confusion sets in but you don’t have much time to worry when out of the elevator steps the topic of interest, face cut up. Barely giving you a glance they throw all of their stuff down on their assistant’s desk and make their way into their mother’s office. The yelling and screaming began, loudly announcing that the prodigy had arrived.

Sighing, you slip a single airpod into your ear hoping a little music would help drown out the argument. You wanted to get through work without the wrath of your boss on you. You still aren’t sure how you got this job. You have no experience as a personal assistant and this is THE Bishop Security, one of the most luxurious companies in New York City.

A gentle hand on your shoulder makes you flinch aggressively, accidentally deleting an entire document. Slowly you lift your head, not sure if it’s your boss or not, anger settling it when you realize it’s just her daughter. “Kate!” Your swift hand comes up to slap her arm but she grabs it before you can.

A soft chuckle leaves her lips as she subtly leans down to leave a ghosting kiss on your jaw, “Don’t worry sweets, I can fix it” Dropping your hand, she leans down and begins typing. You don’t even watch your screen, trusting her but instead you watch her face. She has a few different cuts and a split lip. The urge to run your thumb over it gently pulls, and your hand trembles as you force it back down into your lap. You miss the way that Kate’s eyes flick towards you, but you watch as a smug smirk pulls at her lips. “There you go, try not to go deleting anymore corporate documents.”

A barely audible whine leaves your lips as you watch her straighten out, walking around to lean against your desk. “Uh- How- Are you okay?” You try clearing your throat, hoping she didn’t notice the whine.

She did, she always does. Her eyes are twinkling with delight, a dangerous feeling igniting in her body. “Nothing too bad, no need to worry. Besides I’m here now, staring at your pretty face. How can I not be fantastic?”

Your mouth opens to answer her, a blush rising up your neck, but it snaps closed quickly when your boss yells out. “Katherine you better not be distracting Y/N!” Giggling, you watch as she quickly runs away before her mom could see her, and you go back to work with a wide smile on your face.

You aren’t sure how much time has passed as you try to focus, your heart still rushing from your brief interaction with Kate. You’re interrupted from your thoughts by a man walking up to you with a bouquet of flowers and a box, “Oh sorry sir, you can leave those here. Mrs. Bishop doesn’t like being interrupted during the day. I can bring them to her during her break though.”

His confusion is evident while he looks at his papers, “Uh this is for a Y/N Y/L/N? You know which desk that is?”

Sitting up a bit straighter with a small smile, “Oh that’s actually me. Thank you, you can put them here.” Your smile widens as he sets down the items and walks away. A huge bouquet of purple roses, of all different shades, immediately lets you know who sent them. Opening the box there’s a small bear holding a bow, an abundance of your favorite snacks, some water, a note, and a smaller box. Your blush is evident as you open the note first, “For you my Sweets. Tag you’re it”. Her handwriting is sharp and messy, but it makes your heart flutter. Shaky hands lifted the smaller box, inside was the most gorgeous necklace. A silver heart with an arrow through it and diamonds scattered. It’s cheesy but it makes your own heart stutter.

Too busy with looking at your gifts, you don’t notice your boss stepping out of her office. A throat clearing makes your head snap, eyes wide. “Y/N, I’m going to head out of the office for twenty minutes. Take the time to clean up your desk.” She walks out and you begin stressing, but you miss the way her lips curl into a soft smile.

You hurriedly push the box under your desk and the roses on the empty table behind you, hoping that this is clean enough for your boss. You rush across the floor, dodging people as you search for the archer who’s taken over your life. Her office is empty. Cursing lightly you know that she likes to play games, so you begin looking through every bathroom and every storage room. Time was ticking and you knew that you didn’t have long until your boss came back. You spent a couple minutes running through the halls before slumping back at your desk, assuming you missed your chance.

Your intercom goes off, and you sigh. Knowing your boss is back and you don’t get to spend time with the one person you wanted most. Standing slowly you grab the few documents you need approval on, walking into her office “Mrs. Bishop we need to go over your next steps fo-” An arrow goes whizzing past you, clipping the documents in your hand and landing with a loud thunk in the wall behind you. Your head snaps up and you stare in shock at the girl in front of you. “You could have killed me!”

Rolling her eyes and setting down the bow, “And here I remember you calling me the world’s greatest archer.” She makes her way to you, pushing the documents out of your hands and pulling you closer. “You found me Sweets.”

Leaning in you rub your thumb over her split lip, worry evident in your eyes. Your eyes meet and she just shakes her head, gripping your jaw. The kiss starts sweet as usual, but quickly becomes messy and rough as she wants more and more from you. Her hands are grabbing at your ass, and moans are muffled by bruised lips.

Pulling away you stare at the wall of glass that’s just short of showing off everything you are doing, but Kate doesn’t seem to care as she picks you up and sets you on the table by the wall. “You are always wearing these short skirts to work, Sweets. You’re fucking killing me.” Her tone is hushed as she kneels in front of you.

She looks up at you, and you can’t help but smile down at her pushing away your anxiety. Your hand comes up to run through her messy hair, thumb running gently across a cut on her forehead. Kate gently kisses your thigh as she pushes your skirt up, pulling you closer to the edge of the table. Her lips map out your body as she teases you. You grip her hair tightly now, “Katie please, don’t tease me” Your voice barely is above a whisper and you can feel your wetness dripping through your panties.

The grip in her hair forces her forward, leaning in and kissing your covered clit. “Did you plan on having your way with me today?” She looks up at you as she pulls your purple thong down your legs until it dangles on one ankle. She doesn’t give you time to answer when a beeping went off on the watch she’s wearing, dragging her lips back up your thigh. Her warm breath against your dripping center, you know that you’re clenching around nothing.

You want to urge her to move, force her to touch you but she’s always in control. She always loves keeping you on the edge, playing with anticipation. A low moan escapes both of your lips as she finally sucks your aching clit into her mouth, your hand grips at the table to try and ground yourself.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet it’s dripping onto the table. Is this all for me?” Nodding you whimper out a yes as your head falls back, and you bite your lip hard to try and stay quiet. You feel her tongue trace a circle around your hole and your clench around nothing, wanting nothing more than to feel her inside you. She wraps a hand around your hips as you start to rut up into her, trying to get her where you want her. Kate’s tongue slowly enters you, pathetically slow but she’s humming as she goes along.

Your grip in her hair tightens and you start using your leverage to force her to go faster. You’re embarrassingly close and you just want to feel her. Her tongue. Her lips. You need her and you need to feel her. She’s licking at you now, keeping you on the edge she knows you are on. She’s always known your body so well even from the first time.

“You’re so pretty like this Sweets. So messy.” Her thumb is rubbing tight circles around your clit, spreading your wetness all over. She knows you only need to hear one thing, as she kisses your thigh and looks up at you. The archer can’t help but watch your face as you struggle to keep your moans quiet. Another beep from her watch goes off and she sighs. Biting into your thigh she watches your pussy clench one last time, before mumbling “Cum for me baby, make a mess all over”.

You shouldn’t be this easy. Your body should be used to her actions and her words by now, but it takes little to nothing and you’re being shoved over the edge. Shaking as your orgasm spreads through your body, your hand is searching for something to ground you. Her soft fingers intertwined with yours, as though she can read your mind. She’s lapping softly at you now, humming happily. Smoothing down her hair where you were gripping, she looks up at you as she continues to lick at your cum and your heart races.

A third beep from her watch breaks the moment and she stands abruptly. You don’t have time to ask what’s happening because she’s rushing you as she helps you stand and fix your clothes. She grabs her bow and the documents that she pushed, grabbing your arm and leading you out of the office and back to your desk. You sit down as commotion rises, indicating that the boss is back in the building. A soft kiss lands on the top of your head, as you feel her move your hair. You hadn’t even noticed Kate picking up the box with the necklace, but you feel the cold jewelry as she latches it around your neck. You feel one last kiss on the back of your neck before she dashes away, bow in hand as she tries to hide what she was doing from her mother.

Mrs. Bishop walks through your door moments later and smiles when she sees your desk clean, and you seem to be back at work. “Come talk to me about the documents pending approval in an hour.” She leaves without an answer and heads back into her office. Your heart beat is rushing but you’re happy. Getting back to work, there’s now a calm silence throughout the office.

“KATHERINE BISHOP!!!”

…oh shit the arrow.

Tag List: @caroldantops

[hotchnerxo]

My Italian landlord

Masterlist

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader

Summary: While studying law, you've found a place under David Rossi's roof. He is a very thoughtful landlord and he invites you to join him and his team for Italian cooking lesson. You can't help but notice the intriguing dark haired man and how much you have in common.

Words: 3.6k

Warning: None that I can think of. Just cute and fluffy.

A/N: Got this idea from this post thanks @boldlyvoid . I have hyperfixated on this story for the past 6 hours, feedback is more than welcome.

For someone who’s trying to put themselves through law school at the age of 30, you’re living surprisingly well. You live inside a mansion, just 20 minutes away from Washington DC. The house is beautiful, it’s got a pool and all the fixings. The house has way too many rooms, a beautiful big kitchen and living room.

Well, your landlord does. You live in one of the big rooms downstairs, which is bigger than most rent apartments in the city. You have a little space for your kitchen, own bathroom and everything you need. Your landlord is this lovely, older gentleman, David Rossi. He’s rarely home, which you find odd, as he has such a big house just for himself and rarely spends any time there.

But you admire him, he’s a well known author and a profiler in the FBI. His job fascinates you and he loves telling you about it to inspire you to work on your law degree. As he is at work most of the time, you take care of the house. You don’t mind it, you’re more than happy to help as a thank you for such a small rent. And he lets you use the house as you please when he’s gone.

David had gotten home earlier today, and you’re just trying to relax at your apartment. You’re waiting for your friend, John, who’s on his way to study together. You’re both in your third and final year of studying. You’re excited and nervous at the same time. You’ve done your absolute best with your studies and you feel confident during tests, but you’re nervous for the bar exam and actually getting on the field. Impostor syndrome at its best.

You’re laying on your bed, staring at the ceiling. A quiet ‘ding’ from your phone gets your attention and you sit up to grab it from the night stand.

David Rossi: There’s an attractive man here to see you

You chuckle at his text, shaking your head. He might be older in age, but sometimes he’s so young at heart. He loves joking around and teasing you about your friends and you still being single.

You: Haha - that’s John! You can send him back down stairs.

You hear familiar footsteps in the staircase, identifying them to be John’s. He doesn’t bother knocking on the door, but enters as if he’s been there a million times before. “Hey there” he greets you and hops on the bed next to you. As you’re about to dive into the books your phone goes off again.

David Rossi: Is John going to be a regular guest?

If the man would be one to use emojis, you know there would be a winky face at the end. John is curious as you smile at your phone.

“Dave’s asking about you” you giggle “asking if you’re going to be a regular here”.

“If I’d known you live in a mansion like this, I would have come a lot earlier” he laughs and gets the rest of the books out of his bag.

You: Well… John’s a good friend.. but he’s gay if that’s what you’re asking me

You put your phone on mute for the duration of your little study session. You find the subjects very interesting and fascinating, but they are for sure difficult. But some subjects you do find rather boring, and can’t help but wonder, ‘who would like to only focus on Copyright or Corporate tax laws?’ But, in a way, all the subjects are in a way tied together.

As John leaves, this time from the downstairs door, you open your phone to a longer message from your landlord:

David Rossi: You could get a guy here if you learned a good pasta. This Friday, come upstairs, I’ll show you how to make a Risotto that will get you married and out of my basement.

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You’re not sure why you agreed to go, but here you are, getting ready to meet with Rossi and his friends. Also, apparently learning how to make risotto. You’re not sure what makes you more nervous, trying to learn proper Italian risotto under the gaze of David Rossi or the fact that all his friends are his team mates, the rockstars in their field.

After countless encouragement texts from John, you change into a casual yet tidy black jumpsuit and add a belt to your waist. The v-neckline is rather deep, but not in a trashy way. You try to smile at yourself through the mirror, cheering yourself up. It doesn’t work.

You hear the doorbell ring and not long after, plenty cheerful voices greet the owner of the house. You take a deep breath and head upstairs.

“There they are!” Rossi exclaims the moment you have made it to the main floor. It’s a mixture of an open concept kitchen and living room and entrance. The lights are bright on the white textures. There are multiple wine bottles open on the counter, expensive kinds, you’re sure.

David comes to hug you tightly, as if you’re part of the family. It gets you off guard, but you respond to his hug kindly. As you step back, you notice a few people standing behind him, eyes focused on you. There’s two blonde women, both of them are gorgeous. There’s a younger looking man behind them with brown, slightly curly hair. He seems a bit shy. At the door, a couple are still hanging their coats. Both of them are darker in tone, the man is clearly in a very good shape and muscular, the woman has her shiny black hair on a high ponytail. Very attractive couple.

David introduces all of them to you and you shake their hands politely. Everyone except the shy man, Spencer, who rather waves. With a smile, you wave back. You also note that David introduces you to Spencer with extra care. Apparently he has PhDs in three different subjects, he is a genius of sorts and apparently is called ‘the pretty boy’ inside the team. You can’t disagree, he is rather pretty and seems like a sweet guy. Cute. But not really your type. You see him blushing as David introduces him to you.

The attention quickly shifts to the wine and host. You get seated next to Spencer. Jennifer and Penelope are in the middle, chatting with David and on the other corner the couple, Derek and Savannah. Jennifer hands you a glass of white wine which you graciously accept.

As David’s about to start chopping onions, the doorbell rings again. Penelope, the blond woman in bright pink heels and orange dress hops out of her chair and sprints to the door as quickly as she can in those heels. You’re praying she doesn’t sprain an ankle on her way. “Thank you Penny” David exclaims from behind the counter as the woman opens the door.

You’re curious and turn to look towards the door, while taking a sip of your wine. You don’t yet see who’s there, but you hear a deep man’s voice apologizing he’s late. As David raises his gaze towards the door a smile rises to his face “Aaron! You made it!” He quickly turns back to the onion.

You now see the man walking in, with a bottle of wine in his hands. He’s tall. That’s the first thing you notice. His hair is dark and slightly messy. Probably from the wind. He’s a bit older than the rest of the team. His shoulders are broad and he looks very attractive in a black polo shirt and black jeans. He has an apologetic look on his face as he speaks “Jack had a surprise sleepover invitation. Hope I’m not too late from the fun” he looks at his team mates and then turns his gaze on you, the odd one out.

You feel like you’ve been staring at him and you feel heat rising to your cheeks as his eyes are now on you. As David notices him looking at you he speaks “This is (Y/N). They've been living downstairs for the duration of her studies”

He walks from behind you and takes a seat on the chair next to you. He extends his hand towards you and you grab it “I’m Aaron. Everyone calls me Hotch, though.” he introduces himself with a soft smile. He has adorable dimples on his cheeks as he smiles and his eyes are a really beautiful, rich caramel color.

You clear your throat “I’m (Y/N). Nice to meet you”

Before anyone gets a better chance to speak, David raises his hands as a sign of silence. Everyone obeyed. “Alright, we’ll have plenty of time for chit-chat but right now, I want to teach you all how to make a proper, authentic risotto” he winks at you as he speaks and you look down to your wine glass. He goes on about how risotto is supposed to be creamy and still have a bit of bite in it. He cooks the onion in a generous amount of butter, adds the rice and wine and slowly cooks it, adding in the broth. It's mesmerizing to watch him working. Penelope asks him different questions every step of the way, getting an unappreciative look from the man. About 30 minutes and a lot of seasoning later, the risotto was ready.

The smell is heavenly and it sure looks delicious. As everyone’s gotten a plate, silence took place as people took a bite, about to judge the chef. And as expected, the taste was perfect. It was creamy but not runny. It’s not mushy, it’s a perfect texture and the cheese and wine are a perfect match. As Rossi is pleased with the feedback, he takes a plate and sits down to eat with the rest.

Chatter took place as the team spoke while eating. Your nerves have calmed down, but you do feel a bit out of place. You eat silently, just listening to everyone talking. Your attention quickly turned to the dark haired man as he spoke next to you with a soft tone “Dave said that you’ve been living here during your studies” he sits on the chair with good posture and you can’t help but notice how good his table manners are, probably deep in his spine that he doesn’t even notice it himself. There’s something about his voice only that intrigues you, and something about, well, everything about him is very attractive to you and you’re drawn to him. “What is it that you study?”

You take a sip of wine as you feel your mouth dry. The wine doesn’t really help. “Law. I go to George Washington University” you state with a hint of pride. Something in his eyes light up as you mention your school. Oh the spark makes his eyes even more attractive.

“I got my law degree from there as well” he confesses and manages to surprise you with it. “Before the Bureau, I was a prosecutor for awhile” he takes a sip of his wine.

“What made you change the field?” you’re curious.

“I’ve always been fascinated by human behavior and as a prosecutor, I always felt like I was one step behind. Like, I wanted to do something to help and stop the people before it gets to the courtroom” He explains calmly. You could listen to his voice forever, it’s soothing yet firm.

“I get that” you sigh, turning your head momentarily towards the others, but like a magnet, the man’s eyes pull you back towards him. “I work as a barista, and as much as I do love coffee, I do want to make a difference”

The conversation flows so comfortably, the others at times joining in. You find out that Aaron is the leader of the team, he is a single parent to a young boy, Jack and he has a similar humour to you. You also find out that his laugh is one of the most wholesome sounds you’ve heard in your lifetime. You tell him about the cafe that you work in during the weekends, about how you ended up living at Rossi’s, which he finds amusing, as David is not much of a people person at times. You tell him that you’re nervous about the bar exam, and he’s very reassuring that you’ll do well. He also tells you about how nervous he was when having his.

Something about his reassurance made your heart beat faster. His hand briefly touches the small of your back, sending shivers all over. You can’t help yourself from blushing, but turn your face away from his gaze. As you try to figure out what the others are talking about, you still feel his eyes on you. As you feel the heat on your face calming down, you turn back to him and resume with the conversation.

What feels like too soon, the night is about to come to an end. Everyone’s getting ready to leave and head home. A part of it is making you sad, as you had enjoyed the conversation with Hotch and you were excited that you had the chance to meet the team. You wish goodnight to Derek and Savannah who head out the door first. Jennifer and Spencer join briefly after. Penelope is asking David for a pasta recipe which is keeping them both occupied for awhile longer as you wish Aaron a good night.

“It was nice to meet you tonight” you admit shyly. He puts on his black heavy jacket as it was snowing outside earlier. This man seems to look good in about everything.

There’s a small smirk on his face as he speaks “It was a pleasure” Interesting choice of words. You’re not sure how to respond, just smile at him. You want to hug him, but you restrain yourself from it as it doesn’t seem natural to hug someone you have met for the first time. Your attraction to him tells you to kiss him, but that ain’t happening. You’re a little confused where that thought came from as dating someone has been the furthest thing in your mind lately. “Until we meet again” he whispers and winks at you. You’re caught off guard by the change of his tone and you’re not sure if you’ve imagined the wink. You’re speechless. So you just stand there, watching him wave goodbye to Penelope and David who are still in the kitchen.

Later that evening, once you’re back at your own space and under the covers, you feel the butterflies flying back to your stomach as you think of the intriguing company you had this evening. And you can’t help but wonder, what does he mean with ‘until we meet again’? It’s not often that David hosts these kind of evenings, you haven’t met the team in three years of living under the roof of Rossi. It’s not likely that you’ll meet him again anytime soon.

The night goes by too fast and gets disturbed by the sound of your alarm. You curse under your breath and turn to switch the alarm off. You had forgotten it’s Saturday and a day of work. Head still clouded by the short amount of sleep as you step into the shower and get ready for your day. Like autopilot, you eat a quick breakfast and head to work.

You open up the coffee shop, just like every other Saturday morning. Your coworkers have been at work for hours already, baking and getting everything ready for the day and the smell is amazing. It’s snowing outside and it looks cold and gray, so you decide to light up candles on the tables. You’re really happy with how everything looks, it’s welcoming and cozy.

The morning’s slow, as it usually is. And with weather like this, you would be staying at home too, if it wasn’t for work. Few customers here and there, but it’s mostly very peaceful and you get a chance to hang out with your coworkers. It’s nice for a change.

“But all in all, the risotto was delicious and I met a lot of interesting people. Definitely not a bad evening” you tell the bakers who were curious about your Italian cooking lesson. The bell rings at the door notifying you of a customer, so you enter back to the cafe side. “Good morning” you greet the customer with a smile.

“Good morning to you” you recognize the voice and it makes your heart skip a beat. You realize that it’s Aaron from last night. His hair is slightly wet from the snow outside. He has the same black jacket from yesterday and he looks good. He opens his jacket and you notice he’s wearing a light blue quarter zip shirt and black jeans. It hugs his body in all the right places, but is loose enough to stay comfortable and relaxed. “I couldn’t help it but come check out the cafe you mentioned yesterday” His dimples still get your heart in awe as he smiles at you.

“Yeah?” you raise your eyebrow as you question his reasons. “Don’t you live on the other side of the town?” you can’t help your smirk.

He looks down to the ground and rubs his neck as he laughs nervously “Caught me”. He steps closer to the counter, not even taking a look at the pastries, not even trying to hide the fact that he came all the way here, for you. “But I met this really nice barista yesterday and I wanted to check their work out before they become a kickass lawyer”.

It was your turn to look down. You feel blushing even more intensely than yesterday and are not capable of hiding it. “That’s very sweet of you. How can I impress you this morning?”

“Is that what you want to do? Impress me?” he leans on his forearms on the counter, getting a bit closer to you and you do everything in your power to not do the same thing, and have your lips just inches away from his. You shrug teasingly, not sure what to say.

“What is it that you’re into, Mr. Hotchner?” you ask, getting one of your best cups in hand.

“Into as in coffee or something totally different?” he’s teasing you and you can’t help but love it. “I’m a man of classics, but sometimes, I like a little bit of spice”. The way he pauses before the word spice makes your brain short-circuit. Trying to distract yourself from the attractive man in front of you, you try to think of something to make him.

“I think I got you just the thing” you say now more confidently. Coffee is your thing. You’ve been doing it for years. Cappuccino is a classic for many tastes, but you add a bit of cardamom on the espresso. You add a beautiful art on top, something you’ve learned to excel in and sprinkle a bit of cinnamon on top. You feel his eyes on you as you work, and it makes you confident because this is what you’re truly good at.

You hand it to him and he looks at it in awe. “Are you sure it’s not too pretty to drink?” he looks back to you and takes the cup in his hands. You notice how small the cup looks in his hands. Somehow, you get your eyes off of his hands and back to his eyes. His gorgeous eyes. ‘Damn, get yourself together’ you try to calm yourself down.

“You’ll have to try and find out”

The look he gave you was far from innocent and you felt your breath getting caught in your throat, until the bell rang on the door again. You are forced to break eye contact with the man in front of you.

“Good morning” you greet the customer and see Hotchner taking his drink and going to sit on the table nearby. The customer isn’t feeling chatty this morning, ordering one Latte Macchiato to go, which you get done for him quickly. As you’re working, you notice Aaron looking at you for few seconds at a time, then turning back to look at his cup in front of him.

Not many minutes later, Aaron walks back to the counter and hands you the empty cup. “Thank you, it was perfect” his hand lingers on the counter top once you’ve taken the cup out of his hands. “How much I owe you?”

“Actually” you go to pick up a box you had filled just a moment before and hand it to him “It’s on the house, on one condition” he looks at you confused as you hand him the box. “There’s something sweet there for you and Jack to enjoy tonight” you answer his question he never had the chance to answer.

He’s clearly touched by the thoughtful gesture “Alright. I’ll bite. What’s the condition?”

“Call me tonight” you try to keep your face blank, but his piercing eyes are making it really hard. You gesture towards the box where you slipped your phone number earlier and he understood the hint.

“Can’t wait” he smiles and in a moment walks outside into the snow.

You feel giddy and like you could jump up and down and scream out of excitement. You pick up your phone from under the register and send a text quickly.

To: David Rossi

You: Thank you for last night. And seems like after all, you might be right.

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Strawberries and Cigarettes - Chapter 1

An Enhypen Jungwon x GN Reader Au

TW //: Cursing, Mentions of Suicide, Depression, Blood, Cigarettes, Injuries

Genre : Angst

Word Count : 5575 Words

" Remember when you taught me fate

Said it'd all be worth the wait

Like that night in the back of the cab

When your fingers walked in my hand"

"Everybody pick up the pace!!" a shouting Jay yelled as he was attempting to awaken the individuals, right now summer came and following quite a while of relentless comebacks and performances , the boys had the option to persuade their company to give them an extended break they truly ached for and wanted for this second to come, a long get-away where they won't have to ponder being on the money, Jungwon infact proposed the possibility of a break and, surprisingly, however he's still somewhere down in sleep, he was very energized.

After a great deal of grumblings and yells in Enhypen's residence, they were set to at last take off to go to your country, a few individuals resting on the way and a few watching movies and series in the television.

Y/N POV

One more day, another having an anxiety attack in light of these school works, Y/N was still in secondary school, reading up hard constant for 2 days, in the wake of being forced by my parents to take progressed classes since I was "so smart" I can't resist the urge to suppose assuming this nightmare will at any point be finished, I watched through on my window to see the rain pouring in slowy, during circumstances such as this, I recall my grandfather, the times where we dranked coffee as we watch the rain hit the road, when we talked about our problems, and how we would argue about certain things but would quickly agree with the conclusion.

A tear got away from my eyes as I recalled those memories, I genuinely wish my granddad was still here with me, Then I recollected an expression he told me prior to taking his final gasp, "Y/N remember, everytime it downpours, drink strawberry milk or coffee and take a glimpse at the sky, I will drink with you and will continuously be paying attention to you , I love you."

Jungwon POV

Following a difficult hour flight, we at long last shown up in this delightful country, I can hardly stand by to do numerous exercises here.

As we gone through the hotel we're remaining at, we unloaded our sacks and had proactively coordinated every one of our things, we were preparing to swim until out of nowhere downpour tumbled from the sky, I can see my fellow members disheartened, well genuinely so am I, we again changed to our indoor garments to watch scary films.

During the film, Niki talked which astounded everybody, "Hyungs how about we play mario kart and the last spot player should purchase snacks and beverages for the champs" "Goodness come on Niki-yah, without a doubt you're recommending this since you're scared already", Jake said snickering "yet certain, i'm down for that".

As the individuals played mario kart, giggling and cheers occupied the room, it was a fun match despite the fact that clearly everyone was viewing it in a serious way, toward the end Jungwon lost and was given the errand to purchase snacks and beverages for the individuals, bringing an umbrella prior to going out, Jungwon made sure to have all that to keep him warm, safe, and safeguarded.

Y/N POV

Following an hour of doing my school works i'm pleased to say that i'm done as of now, I organized my things prior to going out to purchase whatever would top off my small scale ice chest, I petted my cat one final time before going out.

I emerged with next to no umbrella, I was simply wearing a coat, a hoodie to be precise, I came by my sibling's work environment, associate corporates, the biggest correspondence company in our country.

As I stroll inside the company, I asked the assistant where my sibling was, she let me know that he was on his office so I immediately gone to his office, as I strolled inside I welcomed him and requested consent on the off chance that I could go to the roof, ofcourse he agreed so i've gone there, taking a look at the city from such a high spot was exceptionally close to home for me, particularly on the grounds that the tune i'm playing is on mix and death bed came on, the developments, the structures, the organizations, and the mists above, they mirrored one another.

Preparing to leave, I bid my sibling goodbye prior to leaving his structure, removing my headphones, I paid attention to the sound of downpour, thunder, and traffic as I was outside. I again recollected everything that my granddad said to me so I immediately gone to a small scale store.

I got my #1 beverage, strawberry milk, then looking at the counter prior to sitting outside, as the downpour came more earnestly, I watched the rain drops tumble from the rooftop, then a loud vehicle blare astounded me, a guy was going across the road, he grabbed my eye, from his head to his heels he was flawless.

I was in a loss of words, I squeezed myself to ensure that I was awake well as a matter of fact I'm, I felt my cheeks heat up as I watch him go across the road and enter the smaller than expected store.

As I kept drinking my strawberry milk, a touch on the shoulder surprised me, a person in his middle age plunking down close to me, ofcourse I wouldn't mind helping him, he appears as though he simply required help sitting down.

As I partook in the sweet taste of strawberry milk alongside the sound and smell of the heavy storm, the man sitting close to me had a cigarette and a lighter in his grasp, "Could you be so kind to light my cigarette?" "sure" I said as I smoothly took the lighter from his hands when unexpectedly he stuck me into a divider, "try to yell or move and you'll wind up dying, you will do what I say or something bad might happen" , I hushed up, I didn't have the foggiest idea what to do, he held my hand and pulled me towards his vehicle, how was he going to treat me? what will befall me? am I going to be alright? , questions filled my mind as this present circumstance was extremely upsetting for me, shaking off my viewpoints I saw the man laying on the ground, blood gradually getting away from his head.

Jungwon POV

As I was going across the street, I couldn't resist the opportunity to see a doll outside the mini store, they looked drenched with downpour and I can't resist the urge to want to give them my coat, as I was gazing at them for some time a honk pulled me back into the real world.

Going inside the store, I took a great deal of chips and beverages manually, as I was on the counter paying for the things, I saw a drag attempting to contact the hooman I saw before, he was pulling him inside a dark van, in the wake of getting the things, I ran outside and kicked the man's head, the person i met awhile ago looked panicked.

Nobodys POV

"Are you alright?" asked Jungwon, y/n didn't reply, they couldn't say whether he was star strucked or panicked, as Jungwon pulled them near him, he held their hand prior to running until they reached the hotel where Enhypen were staying at, both were drenched with downpour however interestingly, they are protected.

a collab with : @parkmejeon004

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Fushiguro Toji, Silk Pajama

I FINISHED IT! Here's my collaboration for @heatwave2021 to @alouphen. I'm really sorry for my English, but I hope is understandable enough. Anyway, I chose your first prompt laying in bed on a hot day. I feel bad that is not longer, but hope you like it. I swear I tried to make it nsfw but I couldn't, it's just so difficult T-T

Word count: 1.1K

Warnings: slightly suggestive, groping, fluff with a suggestive ending, mention of nsfw, f!reader ig.

Thanks to the special training Toji has received since birth, he is practically immune to extreme temperatures. He rarely complains about the weather. Moreover, during his numerous missions, he faces different weather conditions without sweating a drop. He has gone thru hellish deserts and freezing mountains, so an unusual high-temperature season doesn't bother him at all.

You, on the other hand, were another story. With a heatwave right over your town, you weren't having the best time. Both of you agree that to keep the electricity bill low, the air conditioner must be off during the night, so it can be on during the day when the heat is unbearable. But of course, that makes your nights a nightmare.

You woke up before the sun came out, sweating everywhere and the blanket tossed aside. It was still pretty dark outside, and judging by how tired you felt, there must be plenty of time before you had to go to work. Your boyfriend snored pleasantly by your side, sleeping only on his underwear. You couldn't help to curse him in your mind. "How can he sleep with this heat!" you thought. Though maybe it's because he sleeps with almost no clothes. Unlike him, your summer pajama consisted of a simple cotton nightgown, but even that feels too hot right now. So, you had the idea to follow his example and take off your clothes. But even without it, you still felt sticky and gross. Thus, you decided a nice cold shower would help you get rid of the stickiness.

The cold water started running in the shower, sliding over your skin and removing your sweat. Your corporal temperature went back to normal, and you felt relief as you got out.

Surprisingly, it wasn't the sound of falling water that woke Toji. It was the lack of weight on your side of the bed that disrupted his sleep. As he turned over to check, you exited the bathroom with your hair still wet.

"Sorry. Did I wake you?" You asked with concern. Instead of answering, he stared at you longer than usual. He had always thought that you looked gorgeous, but that morning you looked like an angel. With the few morning rays that started passing through the window and the water dripping from your hair, your face seemed to glow. But what really caught his attention was what you were wearing. It was a cute royal blue pajama made of satin, so it felt pretty nice at the touch. It consisted of a camisole and tiny shorts. It wasn't your favorite, but it sure was freshening, and it looked good on you. The only problem was that it was a bit revealing, and you could tell by how your boyfriend was looking at you. Even after just waking up, he looked ready to jump at you.

Flexing his muscles, he extended his hand, urging you to come closer. You climbed back to the bed but stayed as far from him as you could. That, of course, didn't please him.

"Come here," said Toji, almost pouting. He grabbed your waist and pulled you closer, but you pushed him gently.

"No," you replied, feeling how your temperature raised where he touched you. "It's too hot, Toji,"

"Yeah, but that's your fault," he teased with a playful smirk.

"No, I mean that is too hot for that,"

You fought with him for a little, pushing his chest to keep yourselves apart. He, however, was troubled. You looked so good, and the little fight was so adorable that he just wanted to take you right there. Nonetheless, you've never refused to do it, even when you've arrived tired from work. So he figured that you really must be struggling with the temperature. Therefore, he got an idea. He let you go and ran to the kitchen.

You heard the fridge open and, for a moment, worried that Toji might be mad at how you rejected him. But as you were about to call him, he appeared once again at the door. To your surprise, he was carrying a bowl full of ice.

"What are you doing with that?" You asked.

Instead of answering, he laid down with you again and put a bunch of ice on a cotton tissue. Next, he held it against his chest. He grabbed you again and brought you closer, hugging you so you could rest on his shoulder. The fabric with ice pressed against you and relieved your heat for a bit.

"Better?" he asked, stroking your hair carefully.

"Yes," You said, cuddling against him.

It was a nice feeling to be in Toji's arms and feeling the cold tissue to help you cool down.

You two stayed in bed for what felt like hours, with Toji adding some ice every time the ones in the cloth melted. You were so comfortable that you didn't even notice how one of Toji's hands played with the hem of your camisole.

"It really is a nice outfit," He whispered, feeling how your breath slowed, meaning that you were falling asleep again. Unfortunately, the room started to clear as the sunlight entered directly, causing the heat to increase little by little. When Toji noticed you sweating again, and the bowl of ice melted completely, he decided it was time to turn on the air conditioner.

"Don't you have to go to work?" You asked since he always leaves the house before you.

"Later, maybe," he responded with a smile, caressing your cheek. "Right now, I just want to be with you a little more,"

"It's not like you to be this needy," You giggled.

"I'm not needy. I just want to feel your pajama a bit more. It's so soft," Toji's hands roamed through the fabric, tickling you as he wandered over your clothes. Suddenly, you felt how one of his hands moved under your camisole and groped your breast.

"Toji!" you whimpered but made no effort to remove his hand.

"What?" he asked with a devilish smile. "You can't wear this pajama set and expect me to behave decently the whole time,"

As you were about to complain, he shut your mouth with his lips. A kiss hungry and desperate, showing how much he had endured while he waited for you. His tongue moved as he pleased, stealing every breath he could, leaving you both panting. You didn't even realize at what point he changed positions to end up on top of you.

"Now, be prepared, princess," He said with his eye darker than before, "Because we're about to be late for work,"

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Play by the Rules

Steve x Reader, Tony x Reader, Implied Steve x Reader x Tony

Summary: Working for the powerful CEO, Tony Stark, was a nightmare. Especially when you have to deal with his new, and equally as powerful, partner; the CEO of S.H.I.E.L.D. Inc., Steve Rogers. You have a plan to leave it all behind, but Tony has his own plans for you.

This is my first writing for @ darkficsyouneveraskedfor and @ harper-emory-writes Dark Bingo challenge: crossing off the squares Blackmail and CEO AU. I’m nowhere near a bingo but I’m super excited that I’ve started !!

Warnings: 18+ only! NON-CON/DUB-CON(ORAL (M RECEIVING), INTERCOURSE, MENTION OF ANAL), BLACKMAIL, VOYEURISM, sexism in the workplace, swearing.

 “We’ll review the new contract with S.H.I.E.L.D. today during the meeting. I’ll need two printed copies of it as well as a printed copy of our current one with Asgard Corp.” Tony snaps his fingers in front of your face. “Y/n, are you even listening to me?”

You look up from your notepad. “Of course, Mr. Stark. Just taking notes.”

Tony scoffs. “Wasn’t half the reason I hired you your ability to retain information without wasting time by writing things down?Since when did you start taking notes?”

Since I became willing to do anything to not have to look at you and remember that you were balls deep in me just last week.

“I’d just like everything to go smoothly for this meeting. I understand it’s a big deal for the company and for you, sir.”

Tony studies your face. “Well in the spirit of dedication, I’ll need you to stay a couple hours extra.”

You try to avoid scrunching up your features at that. Although you had been looking forward to curling up on your couch when you got home, you would never dare counter your employer, so you just nod.

“Rogers will be here in an hour,” he continues. “I’m expecting you to greet him, so I’ll have an intern go out and get you an outfit.” 

“With all due respect, Mr. Stark, I believe the attire I’m currently wearing is satisfactory, is it not?”

Tony eyes your black blazer and pants paired with flats. “It’s not,” he states as he gets up from his chair across from you at your desk and fixes his tie. After pausing to consider your confused look, he elaborates. “You gotta show some more skin, sweetheart. It’s the only way a woman like you will be able to make it out here.”

Your mouth falls open as he turns and leaves you to process his offensive comment.

“Bastard,” you mumble.

You could run Stark Industries in your sleep. In fact, Tony had already appointed you head of three separate divisions as well as let you bring a few of your own original projects and ideas to life in the years you had been here. You saw your own potential and Tony had been generous enough to help you expand and experiment with it. A couple more years and you could leave Stark Industries behind to start your own company with the connections you’d already made.

Which is why you remained compliant with Tony’s every demand. No matter how much it hurt your pride (especially when a drunk hookup with him practically destroyed your pride), nothing would compare to the sweet victory of running Tony’s company into the dirt when you started your own. You did your own projections. Tony wasn’t short of enemies, and with their help and your own skill set, you’d make double the profits Tony did in half the time.

So you put up with the touches, grabs, and comments from Tony. He had such a large company to run that he barely noticed that the three divisions he absentmindedly handed to you were the most successful. You’d giggle and bat your eyelashes as long as Tony didn’t notice you practically undermining his company.

Play by the rules,

But be ferocious.

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Twenty minutes later you’re interrupted from your pile of paperwork by a soft knock.

“Come in!” you call out.

A boy with short brown hair lets himself in. You’d seen him around as Tony’s shadow.  

‘What was his name again? Patrick? Pietro? Pierre?’

“Oh, Peter! How can I help you”

“Hey, Ms. L/n, Tony asked me to bring this up to you.”

Peter holds up the clear dry-cleaning bag, and it takes all your effort not to grimace at the short black pencil skirt inside. Instead, you give him a tight-lipped smile.

“You can just leave it on that chair, thank you,” you say.

As Peter leaves you get up to inspect the clothing Tony so graciously provided for you, and you notice a note attached.

leave a couple buttons undone ;)  -TS

Scoffing, you throw the note in the trash as you pick up the clothes and lock your door.

You’d begrudgingly play a little eye candy knowing you’d get your revenge in a couple years.

But how much could this escalate in a couple of years? 

“Stop it,” you mutter to yourself while pulling on the black blazer.

Once you're finished changing, you receive an alert that Steve Rogers had checked into the building. 15 minutes early.

You hadn’t even met the fucker and you already hated him.

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“Mr. Rogers!” you greet the blonde in a painfully cheery voice. “You’re early!”

“Well, this is an important meeting, sweetheart,” he replies, and you cringe at the pet name, handing him a clipboard and pen.

“This is just a quick confidentiality contract, Mr. Stark would like you to sign,” you inform. “Basically just saying you agree not to share any contents of the meeting or contract to any outside parties until you and Mr Stark have solidified and confirmed all aspects of your partnership.”

“Ah so Stark is already confident he’ll get a partnership with my company?” Steve muses and scribbles his signature. He looks up, handing the clipboard and pen back to you, and you motion for him to follow you down the hall.

“So what’s your role here exactly?” Steve asks, following behind you. “Are you an intern, receptionist...maybe a call-girl?”

You don’t bother turning at his teasing remark, instead answering calmly. “I run the three most successful divisions here, Mr. Rogers.”

“Impressive,” he remarks, but it sounds more of a mock from him. “And Stark still keeps you as an assistant.”

Your brows furrow at that comment. “How do you know I’m an assistant? And why would you ask what I did here if you already knew?”

“Women like you are just so fun to rile up. Stark and I had a meeting earlier in the month, and he talked of you very fondly.”

Well that didn’t sit right with you. You coordinated all of Tony’s meetings and practically created his everyday work schedule. “Mr. Stark didn’t mention meeting you already.”

“We decided to go over all possibilities of this transaction. It wasn’t much.” Steve brushes your comment off as he enters the elevator with you.

The doors close and you feel trapped. Through the short conversation you’ve had with this man, you can already tell how calculating he is. Every word, every movement, has been intricately steered by him for his benefit. And you couldn’t even begin to explain how belittled his stature made you feel; sheer power barely contained by an expensive three piece suit. The dark blue made his blue eyes more piercing in comparison. Everything about him radiated dominance. And for a woman like you who was practically clawing her way up the corporate ladder, that was a problem.

“You coming?” Steve’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. He stood by the open elevator doors, arm gesturing out for you to lead. “Time is money.”

“Well then you have plenty of it, don’t rush me,” you snap.

“Feisty,” he muses, lips turning upwards.

Steve follows behind you, and you can feel his gaze burning on your ass. You’re more than grateful when you reach Tony’s door, having to refrain from frantically knocking, trying to escape the stare of the man behind you.

“Enter,” a voice calls from behind the doors.

You push open the large door and stand to the side, allowing Steve to enter the room before you.

“Mr. Stark,” Steve greets, crossing the room to give Tony a firm handshake.

“Rogers.”

The men begin to talk business and you take that as your cue to leave, turning back towards the door.

“Y/n, have a seat,” Tony calls out to you. You glance back at him and beckons you over with two fingers.

“Um, Mr. Stark, there are no other chairs,” you stammer.

“Don’t worry, doll, I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I didn’t offer a lady a place to sit,” Steve declares. You expect him to get up, but he just spreads his legs a little wider and gestures to his lap.

Eyes flitting to Tony in panic, your employer just nods and gives you look of warning as if saying ‘don’t mess this up’.

You let out a breath and hesitantly make your way to Steve.

‘How much could this escalate?’

The words from earlier rang in your head, but you brush them away and tentatively place yourself on one of his muscular thighs, angling yourself inward. You can’t hide how your face twists into a look of disdain as Steve’s arm snakes around, pulling you further up his leg so you’re back right up against his torso.

“Mr. Rogers I-” Your voice is nothing but a squeak before Tony interrupts you.

“As I was saying,” Tony interjected. “Your profits will grow exponentially if you add Stark Tech to your security services. Which is why I get 60%. I’m already doing you a favor by growing your profits.”

“I want 50/50. Stark Industries will gain consumers from S.H.I.E.L.D. We both get more buyers from the partnership, so I say it should be an even split.”

“Well we both know you’re not just getting the consumers, Rogers,” Tony spat. 

That has your attention fully invested in the conversation. What could Rogers possibly get from the company that Tony would be so mad about parting from? You look down at the contract on the desk in front of you and your heart stops cold.

“Mr. Stark, why is my name on this contract?” It was there. Under ‘assets acquired’, it was the last thing, as if added as a last moment bargain.

Tony just ignores you. “Steve, you’re taking the head of Stark-Touch Smartphones, my most profitable branch, you can’t just expect things to run as efficiently when she’s gone.”

“I’m taking her twice a week, I highly doubt that’ll make much of a dent in your operations,” Steve scoffs, and you tense up. “How about this. I get her for two weeks- straight- a month, and I’ll split it 45-55.”

“Mr. Stark, what’s going on?” Your voice quivers.

“Your boss here just agreed to sell you to me, as my...assistant,” he explains, hot breath fanning your ear. His free hand that’s not on your waist moves to grip your bare thigh up your skirt. “Two weeks a month, for every month, for as long as you work for him.”

“No!” you suddenly shout, wrenching your body from his grip to stand up. “I will take the comments, I will take the stares and the touches, but I will not be whored out like this. Mr. Stark, I quit.”

Stark just tsks and rises from his chair to stand in front of you. While shorter than Steve, it still feels like he towers over you with the demeanor he holds. “That’s just it, y/n...you see, you’re not gonna be quitting to start that new company of yours.”

Your eyes practically bulge out of your head as he mentions your future plans.

“Yeah, I know, you’re not as good at hiding as you thought. At least from Peter that is. Kid’s a whiz at the computer. Had him plant a bug on your home laptop and do a little sweep of your personal account. And I gotta hand it to you, the numbers you ran? Almost perfect. Every single projection and hypothesis you had would’ve gone through. You factored in almost everything. Almost. But you forgot one thing, sweetheart.” Tony’s hand flies up to grip your jaw and uses the momentum to throw you into the wall a few feet behind you. He’s back on you in an instant, seething, as the grip on your chin is bruising. “You forgot me, bitch. You forgot what would happen if you cross Tony fucking Stark. I’m the most powerful man in America. I can ruin your life with a snap of my fingers.”  Just as quickly as he was on you, Tony’s anger switches to calm, and in the blink of an eye, he’s off of you, casually smoothing his suit down. “Well more of a push of a button.”

Smirking, Tony reaches into his pocket to pull out his phone while you remain frozen in fear, glancing at Steve who just looks amused at the show in front of him. At the sound of Tony coughing to get your attention, you look back in front of you at the phone he’s now holding out. Black and white security footage is displayed on the screen, and the moment Tony presses play, you know what it is.

Your voice rings through the speaker, the moans, expletives, and begging coming out of your throat are clear as day as Tony fucks you over your desk.

“Harder, daddy!”

“Please, please, let me cum!”

Your eyes water. “Stop it,” you murmur, but the video keeps playing. “I said stop it! Please!”

Tony chuckles. “So now you understand what’s at stake here? One push of a button, one phone call to Peter, and this video will be up all over Time Square. Forget starting a company, you’ll be blackballed all over America from even being a receptionist.”

You’re defeated, your entire future crumbling before your eyes.

 “What do you want from me.”

“Well I think leaving me or the company is now obviously out of the picture, so for now, I want you to give Steve here a little trial of what he just bought from me.”

“Please...please no,” you croak, but Tony just holds up his phone and raises an eyebrow.

As you start to make your way toward the other man, Tony grabs your jaw once more. “Don’t half-ass it,” he grows in your ear before shoving you to Steve.

Eyes lowered, you stand in front of Steve and shrug your blazer off. “What would you like me to do...sir?”

“Suck me off.”

You’re barely able to breathe, sinking down to your nears, as tears begin to flow freely from your eyes.

“You’re so pretty when you cry doll,” Steve murmurs under his breath.

There is no dignity left in you as you unbuckle his belt and open his fly. The soft zip is deafening to your ears, and you reach in and pull out his hardening cock.

Shit. He wasn’t even fully hard and he was big. You’d be lying if you said that didn’t send a pang down to your core.

Giving him a few shy strokes, you then place your mouth over him, hollowing your cheeks as you lightly suckle at the tip. You pull back and take a deep breath. 

‘Don’t half-ass it’

You dive back in with renewed vigor, taking as much of him as you can and running your tongue across the underside of him. He’s hot and heavy in your mouth, and you find yourself pretending you were somewhere else with someone else, enjoying it. You let out a moan at his taste and Steve responds with his own groan, hand caressing your hair as you slightly speed up. His hand winds itself into your hair, and he begins thrusting his hips up into your mouth, extracting a whimper from you. Each buck of his hips turns harsher as his hand pushes down on your head to force his entire length down your throat, and at this point, you’re drooling onto his expensive slacks. He’s about to cum and you feel it; his thrusts becoming erratic and his entire body tensing, but before you can speed up and get this nightmare over with, he wrenches you off his dick and pulls you into a heated kiss, hands coming up to grope you all over.

You let out a startled squeal as both hands grasp your blouse and rip it down the middle, buttons flying everywhere, before he proceeds to do the same to the black lacy bra you're wearing.

“Ride me,” he commands.

All shame has left you at this point as you proceed to straddle him, your skirt now bunched up at your waist, and sink down on his length. The mewl that comes out of you is from how his girth is stretching you, and after what seems like eternity, you’re bottomed out and unable to move.

“Move,” he orders.

“I can’t,” you whine. “It-it’s too much.”

“Move.”

You let out another whimper as you slowly raise yourself a couple inches and sink back down, feeling every single vein on his cock brush against your walls. A few more attempts later, Steve grows impatient. A low growl is torn from his lips while he grabs your hips tight and slams you back down on his impossibly hard length.

You can barely hear the string of strangled screams and moans as he brutally thrusts into you, moving your body up and down and using you for his own pleasure. Every punishing plunge into your cunt punches the air from your lungs, and Steve’s groans are animalistic.

You glance over to the side to see Tony fisting his own dick, and the only thing that tears you away from staring at him is a particularly hard thrust from the man in the chair below you.

“Fuck, doll, your gripping me so tight,” Steve grunts.

The sound of skin slapping and the squelching of your now wet pussy is so overwhelming you don’t even register another set of hands on your waist.

“Bend her over more, Rogers. I wanna fuck her ass.”

[warabidakihime]

Invisible Strings: Special Chapter

Characters: Uzui Tengen x Reader | Modern AU Synopsis: Sequel of Parallel Lines Content Warnings: profanity, smut, sleep paralysis, eventual violence, blo0d, slight manga spoilers (tho i strayed away from the original plot but yeh), can be a bit psychologically triggering for some so proceed cautiously.

Previous Chapter: Prologue Next Chapter: Chapter 2

a/n: didn't expect this, did ya? well, i wasn't really going to update today but the blues and sadness hit me in the face tonight and got me reminiscing about stuff and thus this update was born lol. i kinda poured my heart in here. i don't really have anyone i can talk to about my feelings because like y/n, im scaaaared so i decided to just write it down haha. it made me feel a little better ngl. this is highkey a self-indulging update looooool hope you like it though. ill be off to bed now. stay safe and healthy!

After that magical night you and Tengen shared during the afterparty, the Monday morning rush brought back a sense of normalcy. With the upcoming gala on the horizon, the entire company was abuzz with preparations for the grand event.

In his office, the head of sales and marketing sat focused at his desk, brow furrowed, as he tirelessly typed away on his computer. The responsibility of overseeing the event's branding and promotion fell on his shoulders, and Tengen found himself engrossed in crafting one proposal after another, each crucial to the success of the gala. Despite the early hour, he had already endured four back-to-back hour-long meetings, a testament to his dedication.

Meanwhile, you were out in the field today with Zenitsu and Nezuko, searching for the perfect venue in town. As of yet, you hadn't come across the ideal location, but there was no sense of disappointment. There was still ample time to explore and discover the hidden gem that would serve as the backdrop for the gala. With three and a half months remaining, the three of you decided to take a well-deserved lunch break and headed to the nearest fast-food joint.

Stepping inside, a wave of relief washed over you as the cool air embraced you, providing respite from the sweltering heat outside. Summer had arrived in Tokyo, bringing its characteristic warmth and humidity.

"Ah, I fucking hate summer," Zenitsu groaned, collapsing into his seat.

Nezuko graciously offered to place the order, leaving you and Zenitsu to secure a table. The establishment was bustling with activity, particularly because it was located in a busy business district. Corporate workers on their lunch breaks filled the space, seeking a momentary escape from their demanding routines.

"I couldn't agree more," you replied, fanning yourself desperately in an attempt to beat the heat. "I wonder how Tengen and the others are faring back at the office."

"Don't worry about Tengen; he's a big boy now," Zenitsu assured you with a nonchalant wave of his hand.

You couldn't help but giggle at Zenitsu's confidence.

"He absolutely is. He's a huge lad who acts like a big baby too."

"He needs help," Zenitsu added with a mischievous grin.

"You're hardly one to talk, Zenitsu," Nezuko chimed in as she approached your table, balancing trays laden with your lunch.

"Scratch that; you're a downright brat," she playfully retorted.

Zenitsu let out a dramatic snort. "It's too early for you to break my heart, Nezuko-chan."

"Move your feet, Zenitsu. I can't sit with your feet in the way," Nezuko teased, laughter dancing in her eyes.

*

As you enjoyed your lunch and the delightful camaraderie between Zenitsu and Nezuko, you couldn't help but smile and chuckle at their playful banter. They don't display much PDA at the office because Zenitsu is scared of Tanjiro catching them. However, outside of the workplace, their affection for each other was evident, and their sweet gestures were enough to make anyone believe in true love.

Time seemed to slip away as you savored your meal, and soon the decision was made to continue your outing at a nearby café. With the weather still relatively pleasant, it was the perfect opportunity to sit back, relax, and enjoy some iced coffee in each other's company.

Amidst the laughter and lighthearted conversation, a familiar voice pierced through the air, causing you to freeze in your seat. Your colleagues also turned their attention towards the person who had called out to you, sensing the change in your demeanor. Internally, you debated whether to acknowledge them or not, feeling a mix of conflicting emotions. It became apparent that some things never changed, and you couldn't help but berate yourself for the reaction you had displayed.

With a hesitant tone, you eventually turned to face them and uttered a simple, "H-Hey..."

*

"Where is Y/N?" Tengen questioned, his voice laced with genuine worry.

With a furrowed brow, Tengen inquired about your whereabouts as he approached Zenitsu and Nezuko upon their return to the office. Concern and confusion filled his expression, mirrored by the worried looks exchanged between the young couple.

Zenitsu hesitated for a moment before responding, "She's...uh, well..."

Nezuko sighed heavily and added, "She's alright, Tengen. Don't worry. But we're not sure where she is exactly."

Tengen's confusion deepened as he pressed for more information. "What do you mean? Where did she go?"

Zenitsu explained, "When we arrived earlier, she mentioned that she wanted to be alone for a while and walked away. We don't know where she went."

Tengen was dumbfounded by the sudden turn of events. What could have happened that prompted you to seek solitude without informing anyone? Concern for your well-being gnawed at him, urging him to take action.

Bidding Zenitsu and Nezuko farewell, Tengen hastily left the office, determined to find you. He retrieved his phone and dialed your number, hoping for a response, but to his disappointment, you remained unreachable.

Lost in his pursuit, Tengen didn't notice Giyuu and Tanjiro approaching him until he accidentally collided with the Water Hashira's executive secretary, causing the younger man to stumble and land on the floor.

Apologizing quickly, Tengen refocused his attention on his friends. Giyuu and Tanjiro sensed something was amiss as they observed Tengen's distracted demeanor.

"What's wrong? Is something bothering you?" Giyuu asked, his concern evident.

Tengen replied with a sense of urgency, "I've been trying to find Y/N, but she seems to have disappeared. Zenitsu mentioned she went into hiding and isn't answering her phone."

Tanjiro pondered the situation, musing, "I wonder what could have happened to her."

"That makes two of us," Tengen said, sharing their confusion and worry and realizing he wasn't alone in his concern.

"Maybe you should try calling her again, and if she doesn't respond, it might be best to give her some space for now," Giyuu suggested.

Reluctantly, Tengen nodded in agreement, realizing that continuously reaching out to you might not be the best approach.

Returning a small, appreciative grin to his friends, Tengen made his way back to his office, his mind filled with thoughts of your well-being and the mystery surrounding your sudden withdrawal.

Zenitsu and Nezuko watched Tengen with hopeful anticipation, their eyes filled with the desire for positive news. However, it seemed that Tengen had been unsuccessful in reaching you, leaving them with a sense of disappointment.

The hours dragged on for Tengen, with each passing minute a painful reminder of your absence. As he mechanically typed away at his computer, his mind and heart remained fixated on you. The worry within him continued to grow, and he couldn't shake the nagging question of what had happened to you.

Just as Tengen's patience was wearing thin, you finally returned to the office, entering the room with a mix of relief and exhaustion evident on your face. Tengen, who had fallen asleep while waiting for you, was still hunched over his desk, snoring loudly.

Feeling a surge of guilt wash over you, you couldn't bear the weight of your actions. Disappearing without a word had been a thoughtless decision fueled by fear and anxiety, and now you regretted the inconvenience it caused both Tengen and your friends. With a visible wince, you realized the impact of your actions.

As you gathered your belongings and tidied up your desk, your guilt weighed heavily on you. Finally, you made your way to Tengen's desk, your exhaustion evident but overridden by a deep sense of remorse. One look at his slumbering form, and you felt a rush of relief and love. Extending your hand, you gently ran your fingers through his disheveled hair, finding solace in the act.

Tengen stirred from his sleep, his eyes widening in surprise as he caught sight of you. His voice, rough and strained from his nap, croaked as he called out your name. The dryness in his throat caused his voice to break as he nearly yelled your name, a mix of disbelief and joy evident in his expression.

Tengen held you tightly as you rested against his chest, the both of you sinking into his chair. In the rush of the moment, your backpack fell to the floor, but thankfully, neither of you were hurt.

"I'm sorry, I was just—"

"No, it's fine," you said, a tiny smile on your face.

"I should be the one apologizing to you, Tengen; I'm sorry for suddenly disappearing and causing you concern."

In an effort to make you both more comfortable, Tengen leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. However, to his surprise, tears began to stream down your face. Concern flooded his features as he witnessed your heartbreaking sadness.

"Woah, woah—Y/N, hey, what's wrong?" Tengen's voice trembled with worry as he held you closer, his heart aching at the sight of your tears. He continued to comfort you, gently rubbing your back and providing a safe haven in his embrace.

Your cries filled the air as you struggled to find your voice, the overwhelming emotions spilling out through your trembling lips. Tengen held you tighter, his presence a pillar of strength, as you let your tears flow freely.

As he whispered soothing hums, Tengen's touch and voice gradually calmed you down. The warmth of his embrace and his words of reassurance brought a small sense of solace, even in the midst of your lingering sadness.

"You have nothing to apologize for, my love." Tengen's words carried tenderness and understanding, further softening the grip of your anguish. His unwavering support gave you a glimmer of hope amidst the pain.

Time passed, and you continued to find solace in Tengen's embrace. After a while, your tears began to subside, and you raised your head to meet his gaze. Tengen's eyes softened as he took in the sight of your red, puffy nose, bloodshot eyes, and disheveled hair. With utmost care, he tucked your hair behind your ears and cupped your cheek, his thumb caressing your dampened cheeks.

"Feeling better?" Tengen asked gently, his concern still evident in his voice. You nodded slightly, acknowledging the small shift in your emotions.

"A little."

"Here, drink some water before we talk," Tengen said, his voice filled with concern. He extended his tumbler towards you, and you gratefully accepted it, feeling the cool liquid soothe your parched throat. After taking a few refreshing sips, you returned the tumbler to him, feeling a sense of comfort in his presence.

"Ready to talk, love?" Tengen asked, his eyes reflecting a mix of empathy and support.

You nodded, your voice still fragile. "Yeah."

With a deep breath, you began to unravel the events of the day, recounting the chance encounter with an old acquaintance. The memories stirred a mix of emotions within you, and you found solace in confiding in Tengen. You spoke about the complexities of your past friendship, once strong but now fractured, and how it had all unraveled during that fateful conversation. The hurtful words, the resurfacing of old wounds, and the subsequent panic attack that had overwhelmed you—every detail spilled from your lips.

As you shared your experiences, you couldn't help but reflect on the toxic dynamics that had plagued your friendship. The realization hit you with a wave of anger, mingled with disappointment in yourself for allowing someone to gaslight you once more. It was a painful reminder of the emotional abuse you had endured from your parents, and now you had unwittingly let someone else inflict similar harm upon you. The weight of it all settled heavily on your shoulders, making you feel unwanted, insignificant, and disposable.

Tengen listened intently, absorbing every word you spoke. His heart ached with each self-deprecating comment you made. He was familiar with the history between you and her, but seeing you break down like this stirred a profound sadness within him.

When you finally finished pouring out your thoughts and emotions, Tengen remained silent for a moment. It seemed as if he wanted to give you space to ensure that you had said everything you needed to, or perhaps he was gathering his own thoughts to share with you. A small chuckle escaped his lips, a tender sound that broke through the heaviness of the conversation. He pulled you into another embrace, holding you tightly as you looked at him with eyes filled with sorrow, silently urging him to continue the conversation.

In that embrace, you found comfort and a glimmer of hope. The weight of the world may have felt crushing, but Tengen's presence reminded you that you were not alone in this struggle. With his support, you felt empowered to face the challenges ahead and find healing from the wounds of the past.

"It's true that you said something hurtful too," Tengen began gently, his voice filled with understanding. "You let your anxiety get the best of you and allowed it to cloud your judgment. Instead of honestly expressing your true feelings, you made assumptions and questioned her friendship. I want you to know that you were not without fault in this situation. But here's the important part—right now, you're actively working on improving yourself, not just for the sake of others but especially for yourself. And you've been doing an incredible job. Your confidence has grown, your communication skills are improving, and you've learned to pause and reflect before speaking. You're making significant progress, y/n, but encountering her today seemed to shake that foundation. It felt as if all your efforts had been in vain. She made you feel worthless once again, and for that, I am deeply sorry you had to go through such pain. I wish I had been there for you."

As Tengen held you tightly in his arms, he felt the tremors coursing through your body. Tears welled up in your eyes once more, threatening to spill over.

"I thought I had moved on from all of this long ago, but seeing her today..." you trailed off, the weight of the emotions choking your voice.

"Yeah, I understand," Tengen interjected, his voice laced with reassurance. "You stood up for yourself admirably, and I'm truly proud of you."

Clutching him tighter, you let your tears flow freely, dampening his dress shirt. "I'm sorry, Tengen. I'm sorry for not confiding in you earlier."

"Shhh, sweetheart, I've told you it's completely fine. Don't apologize," Tengen whispered soothingly, his voice a balm to your troubled soul.

"I-I'm just so used to bottling everything up. I'm scared of opening up because I fear that you might respond the same way she did. I'm accustomed to people belittling my feelings," you confessed, your voice filled with vulnerability.

In response, Tengen tightened his embrace, his own eyes brimming with unshed tears. He showered a cascade of kisses upon your head, using every gesture and every word to convey his unwavering love for you.

"I love you," he declared firmly yet tenderly. "I love you so much, y/n. Zenitsu loves you too, Nezuko-chan cares for you too, and everyone in this building loves and cares for you. We wholeheartedly accept every part of you, including your flaws. Though you may have lost her, you still have us. We will never leave your side, y/n. That's a promise I intend to keep for the rest of my life."

You both remained locked in each other's embrace, finding solace and strength in each other's presence. Time seemed to stand still as you allowed yourselves to feel the depth of your emotions, finding comfort and reassurance in the unbreakable bond you shared.

With every ounce of his being, Tengen strived to alleviate your pain, and thankfully, his efforts bore fruit. The weight that burdened your heart still lingered, but its grip gradually loosened with each passing moment.

You shifted slightly, breaking away from the embrace to meet Tengen's gaze. And in that moment, a genuine smile graced your lips—a smile that held a glimmer of hope and gratitude. "Thank you, Tengen," you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity.

Tengen's eyes sparkled as he mirrored your smile. "Anytime, my love," he replied, his voice warm and reassuring.

The words hung in the air, carrying with them a profound sense of love and belonging. In the midst of the emotional storm, you found solace in knowing that you were not alone. You were supported, cherished, and loved unconditionally.

"I love you," you affirmed, your voice carrying the weight of your emotions.

"And I love you," Tengen reciprocated, his words carrying a deep resonance that echoed throughout your souls.

In that moment, as the shadows of the past began to fade, you both understood the power of your connection. Love had the ability to heal, to uplift, and to strengthen. And together, you would face the challenges that lay ahead, knowing that you had each other to lean on.

Hand in hand, you faced an uncertain future, united by a love that defied all odds.

TAGLIST: @babygirl-panda19 @hypnocountrymusicfunnyfan @exodarkwolf16 @qdreamueen @vesta-ro

[thebadboyfanclub]

Pleasure Is All Mine (Jasper Hale x Reader)

This was requested by @yoloforprez2051​ it’s not the longest imagine I’ve written but I’m very happy with it and I hope you are as well. Enjoy!

(Y/n) fell in love with music since she was a baby, her father was a musician so she was born and raised around beautiful melodies and song practicing, meeting different bands and singers that worked with him, it was almost expected from her to be born with some amazing talent that had to do with music. Her talent and passion was singing, her voice was angelic and when her father signed her for some singing lessons she blossomed into this powerhouse that could sing some notes that were considered vocal suicide.Jasper was passing by this small little bar that looked like it was having a special party, it was abnormally filled with people and packed with dancers.

 That’s when he heard it, her voice went through his ears and brought goosebumps in his body, that distinguished voice, so smooth and melodic it would make anyone move their body to the beat. However, he found the choice of the song ironic, the talented anonymous girl was singing the infamous song “maria maria” by carlos santana who would probably be extremely proud of this cover if he heard it.

He acted impulsively when he turned around and walked right in the bar, getting baffled by the smell of sweat and blood that was pumping through the peoples veins, yet he couldn’t find it in himself to resist, he had to see who was this girl. As he moved through the crowd he slowly got to take a good look at the singer, if he didn’t know any better he would have swore he was dreaming

.“Hello Sir, would you like a table?”

“Uh yes please, as close to the stage as possible”

“Follow me Sir”

As he followed the hostess he was magnetized by the girl, feeling compelled to keep looking at her, afraid that if he took off his eyes from her she would suddenly disappear. She was wearing this magnificent red silk dress that had two golden spaghetti straps that had a teasing slit down her left thigh leaving her naked flesh on display, her hair was down and cascading down her shoulders, her lips were painted red and her face looked like it was carved by angels, her hands touching the mic stands and mic, hypnotizing the audience with her every move. She couldn’t be human, there was no human that looked so perfect

“Anything to drink Sir?”

“not yet, thank you”

As he sat down he kept admiring the woman that kept singing. Her eyes were holding such fire, the passion she had was running through her, it almost felt inappropriate to watch her, like watching a woman get undressed and getting all blushed and shy, nonetheless you couldn’t stop watching, frozen in place and keeping your eyes to her. He sat there for Gods know how long, she sang so many different songs and he has yet to feel tired, on the contrary he wanted to listen to her for hours on end. Feeling her sense of bliss and sensuality was something he had not felt often in a woman, she was the star of the show and she was very happy about it.

On the other side, (Y/n) had noticed the young man that looked at her intensely, of course she had seen plenty of men look at her like that, but from him it felt different, she wanted to him to look at her like that it was mutual fascination one would say. His dark eyes intrigued her, although she was a fan of dark haired men his dirty blonde hair was exactly what suited him and completed his look and who wouldn’t notice his facial features, those cheekbones and strong jaw made him look like a God.

She rarely did this but something inside her pushed her legs one in front of the other up until she was standing right behind him. She had noticed he was here alone which couldn’t be a better scenario for him to approach him

“May I sit down?”

He was aware she was coming, he had heard her proud walk and strong click clack of her heels from a mile away. He only smiled at her as he got up and pushed back the chair next to him, she was more than surprised by his kind gesture but she didn’t complain of course, she only sat down and whispered a thank you for only him to hear. Her voice was as melodic as her singing, sensual, clear and strong.

“I don’t believe we’ve met, my name is Jasper Hale, pleasure to meet you”

“(Y/f/n) pleasure is all mine”

As he reached to take her hand in his he got a sense of her perfume, she smelled so... delicious. It took every drop of discipline in him to not sink his teeth in her wrist and to just simply give aa gentle kiss on her hand. Right then and there he decided that she was what he was looking for, his mate, his sanctuary

-

Jasper from that point on chased (y/n) hard, gave her everything he could emotionally and spiritually, she was his mate and he wanted to be by her 24/7. He had even brought his family to one of the shows, Emmett was on of her biggest fans, asking Jasper to take him with him like a little sibling that wants to party with the older one. (Y/n) was a sweet soul, she brought out such a gentle and calming nature out of Jasper, however he was insecure about his past relationship.

Maria haunted him, clouded his thoughts and took over his mind, her poison seeping through him. He remembered all the times he was manipulated by her, told him how much she loved him just to do her dirty work, he was disposable to her, a mere nothing. Sometimes he would even fear if (y/n) was going to be like that as well, hurt him in her own way.

“Jasper, are you alright babe?”

She had gone to take a shower and left him in her room waiting, she loved that damn Carlos Santana song so much she sang it almost every time in the shower. For Jasper it was torture, just the mention of the name brought all those memories and theories to the front of his mind, it was a slow death and the corporate was just his anxiety.

“Yes darling I’m fine”

No he wasn’t, she could see it. Usually when she got out of the shower he would tease her and try to pull the towel off of her freshly washed body, it was this cute little routine they had developed, now he just laid there, doing and looking at absolutely nothing, yet his gaze was intense, like he was having an internal battle. She quickly dried herself and put on a silk short pajama night gown before slipping in her bed and wrapping her legs and arms around him, demanding to be the big spoon.

Jasper could only smirk at her way of calming him, he could never hide from her when he was upset or sad, even though he was the ne that could feel others emotions. As they laid together Jasper could smell her favorite body wash, the smell of raspberry slipping through his nose, bring a wave of comfort and familiarity as her hot skin touched his cold body. Her hand quickly found her way through his hair, she always loved to do that, it was like he was in heave when she was there.

“ There was a woman

Born from a lotus

Her heart was golden

Deep as the ocean

And then this one man

He came and broke it

'Til it was open

Just like a lotus”

It was her go to song to sing to him when he was sad, Jhene aiko was one of her favorite artist and he enjoyed her songs as well, they were very soothing and calming so he never complained, one his first memories with her was coming over in the morning and finding her cooking with just a shirt on while Jhene’s songs played around the house. 

As she kept holding him tight his mind slowly got rid of all those dark thoughts and replaced it with thoughts about (y/n), how she made him happy, how much her hair has grown, how her skin felt so smooth and soft under his touch, how her voice made his breathing slow and deep. 

Once she felt him relax and calm down she leaned in to place a kiss on his lips to which he responded, his hands finding her face and bringing her closer to him, feeling any type of space they had- if they had- She smiled during that kiss, happy that he was back to being himself and completely relaxed, she almost felt accomplished that she could be his source of stress relief.

“Thank you darling”

“Don’t mention it, are you feeling better?”

“I’m feeling like I’m in... what had you called it? Nirvana?”

She giggled at him as he kissed her one more time. She loved this intimate moments, they were just two people in the comfort of her home where they had 100% privacy and be intimate and vulnerable. She settled in close to him and placed her head on shoulder, hiding her face on his neck, she always liked to nuzzle there, take in his sense and enjoy the silence

“I’m really glad you’re here, it was starting to get lonely in this apartment”

“Oh dear trust me, It almost felt like I was alone for decades before I met you”

“Stop with the corny vampire jokes”

“Oh come on that was a good one, even Rose liked that one”

[enjennie]

Bottom’s Up

synopsis: the dreamies during a night of drinking somehow end up talking about their exes, revealing the different types of relationships and exes they have or had.

a/n: this has been long been in my drafts so Jisung was still a minor here, thus I didn’t give him any drinks lmao. Enjoy! btw, I’m still deciding if I should make Haechan’s backstory for this, or if the markHyuck one should do…

[10:37]

The boys have arrived, piling into Chenle’s condominium that was set up just to have their long awaited guys night. They planned this weeks prior, promising each other that after their finals they’d set aside time to drink away their thoughts and release any stress they have that built up.

By 10:50 bottles have been popped and cups have been poured, the boys sat in the balcony to feel the cool air of the city night.

“You guys really aren’t sharing?” Jisung watches as the older boys raise their glasses in celebration.

“You wait a few more months, sir,” Mark sets his glass down and pats the younger boy on the shoulder. Guy nights wouldn’t be complete without Jisung, even if he wasn’t allowed to drink yet. He never minded sitting in the living room, playing with Chenle’s console with Jaemin and then later on laughing at his older friends’ shenanigans once the alcohol hit them.

Renjun isn’t quite the drinker, but Haechan made him a bet and unfortunately, he lost. Being an art major wasn’t easy, he knew he had a few more things to finish before his semester ended but with that, Renjun drank to forget.

Besides his plates, he had nothing else to worry about. He’d been getting emails from companies waiting for him to graduate, a family happy to support him, but surprisingly, the boy lacked in the love department.

His previous relationships, only being flings and one night stands, none of them really ever stayed after the cuddles. Except… a particular someone.

On the opposite side of him sat Jeno, who was watching his friends in amusement. Now, Jeno has a high alcohol tolerance. Although he becomes chatty, and starts to excessively clean his surroundings, he takes care of his friends well. Usually he’s the one who tucks them into bed or prevents anything like drunk driving and some other stupid shit to happen.

Jeno the architectural major was the responsible friend in a night out. The single friend who starts playing the guitar to set the mood when 2am rolls in. And, the single friend with the broken heart, which hasn’t quite mended yet even after three years.

Haechan on the other hand, is a messy drunk but handles his alcohol well until the 2nd bottle. The boy has a lot going on in his mind, and was the first to initiate the plan to drink.

His phone rings, but Haechan dismisses it, tapping the red decline button and watching as the screen faded into black. Mark follows his eyes and hesitantly brings it up.

“Aren’t you going to talk to her?”

Haechan only shakes his head before taking another swig. Everyone knows well enough about Haechan and his girlfriend’s on and off relationship. They break up, make up, fight and the cycle repeats.

Mark’s adam’s apple bobs as he asks another question. “Why don’t you just break up? Y’know… for good?”

The boys around them seem to have noticed the tension that built up and had their eyes fixed on the pair.

“I don’t know, man,” Haechan is too drunk to think about Mark’s question. Too drunk to realize how Mark completely sold himself off to be in love with him with that one question. It wasn’t a big secret, especially since Mark has done a poor job in hiding it, but apparently not bad enough for Haechan to see. Everyone knew, except for the clueless boy.

Jaemin was too busy babysitting Chenle, who was having his first drink tonight, to even have shots of his own. He didn’t like drinking, anyway, and used Chenle as an excuse to keep sober.

Jaemin the medical student naturally tells his friends to lay off the alcohol, as it can damage their liver. He can only do so much though, as the others tend to be hard-headed and stubborn.

“I can handle myself!” Chenle protests, reaching for his glass which Jaemin took away. “You’re supposed to drink, eat a lot then drink again,” Jaemin explains. “You’ve only taken drinks so far, you’ll be knocked out in an hour if you keep this up,” He tells Chenle.

Of course, Jaemin knew his way around drinking. He just didn’t enjoy it, doesn’t like the bitter taste of it. Didn’t like how it made him think of his past either. Jaemin’s cup remains half full, and he uses this tactic to not get refills.

It keeps him away from his phone, sober enough to know better than to drunk text her. Even if her presence was all he yearned for at a night like this.

Jaemin x Reader – By My Side

[COMING SOON]

[12:03]

As the night gets deeper, so do the conversations between the close friends. Just like Jaemin predicted, Chenle had his head down on the table already, passed out.

“Jeno, you know what to do,” Jaemin nodded his head, signaling the boy beside him. Jeno gave him his smile, which now looked more drowsy and silly because of his tipsy state.

Jeno lifts Chenle easily, with Jaemin assisting him, leaving the three boys on the table.

“I want ____. Where is she?” Chenle had his eyes closed, mumbling to his friends. Jaemin and Jeno exchanged looks and laughed at the younger.

Poor boy, had a ton of expectations to meet he couldn’t even date around.

Chenle’s main priority had to be his family, and their business. He couldn’t afford any distractions, but to him, she was more than that. She was his driving force, and it hurt the boy to be keeping her a secret. Only the boys knew about his secret relationship, if word got out that Zhong Chenle the son of the most well-respected corporate business owner was dating, it would be the entirety of Shanghai talking about it.

As much as he wanted nothing more than to show the world and tell everyone who he’s in love with, he knew she wasn’t ready to face it all and step into that kind of light yet.

Chenle x Reader – In The Limelight

While the two boys took Chenle into his room, it left the three boys and Haechan’s buzzing phone out in the cold night air that the terrace provided.

“What happened this time?” Renjun asks, in line with the phone that’s close to annoying the hell out of him if it doesn’t stop vibrating the entire table. Haechan had his head down, and he lets out a laugh. Humorless, just cold.

“I don’t get her. She wants me, then the next second she doesn’t,”

When the boy lifts his head, it’s made obvious of all the pain he’s been hiding. His eyes, teary and sullen. Renjun couldn’t help but laugh at his friend’s face, clapping his hands and throwing his head back in laughter. “Aw, c’mon man! It’s only 12am,”

This, however, doesn’t humor Mark the same way. Seeing Haechan in pain was like a bullet through his heart. He gave the boy a pat on the back and watches as his head fall once again. Mark swears he saw a tear fall too.

“I’m not just an object you can set aside, then use when needed,” Haechan continues to wail. Although he was already drunk, Mark felt that Haechan’s words were the most sober when he wasn’t.

As for Mark, the literature major didn’t care much about alcohol. However, it did get his creative juices flowing. Most of Mark’s best written pieces were done when he couldn’t even remember writing them.

During blurry nights intoxicated in alcohol, Mark’s thoughts flow easily through him and onto the sheets of paper that lie around his room. Sometimes, he’ll drink on a school night to get an essay finished for it’s due date the next day.

But seeing as he had no pending things to write, Mark drank for the sake of trying to numb himself somehow. Although it didn’t work well when the person he’s trying to get his mind off of is sat right beside him, thinking of someone else.

Mark x Haechan – Always, I’ll Care

[COMING SOON]

[1:13 am]

When Jaemin and Jeno came back, Jeno was already carrying a guitar. He strums it softly to a random tune he came up with on the spot. Haechan, of course, was singing along. Throwing in words like ‘baby’ and murmuring a few words about love. By now, Renjun’s cheeks were pink and a few hiccups had already escaped him.

“Do you remember that girl Jeno dated second semester of senior year?” he says, out of the blue.

The boys need not ask who, as they all knew who Renjun was referring to. The group of boys burst into fits of laughter and the guitar takes an abrupt stop as its player shoots his friends a nasty look for bringing up his past unprovoked.

“You were smitten, bro,” Mark smacks Jeno’s shoulder as he giggles.

Jeno daggers his eyes to Renjun, who has his head thrown back, laughing.

“How about you, huh? What was her name? _____-“ Jeno begins his avengement by mentioning the name he knew would get back at Renjun. He gets cut off shortly.

“I’ll stop you right there, sir,” Renjun places a hand over Jeno’s mouth before he could speak the name.

“C’mon, how many years has that been though?” Jeno asks after getting the boy’s hand off of his mouth.

“Two, and what about it?” Renjun defensively counters, surprising the other boys.

“He knows! Wow, do you keep count?” Jaemin chuckles, amusement all over his face.

“Shut up, ____ ,” Renjun points a finger at the male, mentioning the name of Jaemin’s past lover. Jaemin’s jaw drops and he crosses his arms,

“That was low,” The corner of his lips tugged into a smile nonetheless.

“C’mon, guys. It’s not like we’re releasing bad omens talking about our exes,” Haechan tugs on Renjun to sit him back down.

“Easy for you to say, you’ve only had one ex and she’s your girlfriend,” Renjun huffs. No one dared to speak the name of Renjun’s ex around him aside from people who have balls like Jeno, Jaemin, Haechan and Mark.

It wasn’t because he was bitter about her. But try as he might, there was a feeling within him that says she’s the one. Or she was. And Renjun was stuck, thinking about all the what if’s. Even after 2 years.

Renjun x Reader – To Be So Lonely [COMING SOON]

“I see things are getting heated over here,” Jisung stood by the door to the balcony now, with a sly smirk on his face.

“Ah right, let’s talk about mister lover boy over here,” Jeno motioned to the younger boy, who surprisingly is the only one to have a love life at the moment.

Jisung was courting the student body president. He could not, however, get her to answer him, but the boy never gives up.

“You must have some balls to hit on your senior,” Jaemin comments. The student body president was in fact two years older than Jisung, but the boy was determined.

Jisung x Reader – Like A Fool

[COMING SOON]

“At least one of us is progressing in terms of love,” Renjun sighed.

“Jeno’s doing well though, isn’t he? Lots of girls always after him,” Jisung gestures to the male beside him who’d started playing the guitar once again.

“I don’t think that counts as doing well,” Jeno mutters, absentmindedly.

“Oh yeah? And how does having half the school pine over you not count as doing well?” Jaemin lightly nudges his friend.

“Because the one I love, is in someone else’s arms right now,”

And cue the exaggerated crying and wailing of his friends, who’d given him sympathetic pats on the back.

Jeno x Reader – We Find Love

[COMING SOON]

“Oh, man,” grumbled Haechan, clearly already very intoxicated. He placed his head between his hands to try and stop his world from spinning. “I got to go to her, I have to say sorry,”

The boys all averted their eyes to the boy who looks to be having his spiritual awakening.

Mark’s heart dropped upon hearing Haechan’s words. He looked down at his hands and sighed. It wouldn’t be the first time Haechan had a sudden realization and wanted to be in his girlfriend’s arms right then and there.

It usually happened when he was smashed drunk, after the 7th or 8th cup. Asking his mates to take him home and running into the arms of his girl.

Mark didn’t know why he wasn’t used to it at this point. It isn’t and never will be him.

“No way,” Jaemin tutted. “You gathered us all here to drink and bothered us for weeks then you’ll flake midway? I don’t think so,” The other boys agreed.

Renjun stretched his arms and fell back onto the chair he sat on. “What’s with the sudden change of atmosphere anyway? It’s like we did release bad omens when we spoke about our exes,”

“You just had to bring ____ up!” Jeno threw a fry at his friend, who was the first to mention his ex and start the discussion. Renjun caught the fry in his mouth, surprising the boys and himself.

“Let’s just drink up,” Renjun raises his glass in the air, although it’s half empty.

“Nice try, here have a refill. We’re all taking equal shots,” Mark had risen and was now reaching for the bottle of beer to pour his friend’s glass.

“To… I don’t know- fuck! To getting fucked up!” Haechan yelled, raising his glass in the air.

The rest of the boys do the same, clinking glasses together and downing it mercilessly to their livers.

Relationships come and go, but the dreamies are always here to stay.

[minniepetals]

butterfly.05

— summary: the final series but with a promising tomorrow that your love will last until eternity

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: fluff, slight angst, poly!au, ceo!au

— word count: 14.0k

— warnings: a scene with a car accident, besides that, just fluff fluff and more fluff

╰ part 1: buttercream / part 2: buttercup / part 3: buttermilk / part 4: butterscotch / part 5: butterfly

Soft music played from the kitchen and curiously, still half asleep with a bed head, Hoseok popped his head in to see what was going on.

It was a sight he never knew would ever make him fall more in love with you; making pancakes with hair tied into a pretty messy bun in your pretty white nightgown Yoongi once gifted you. It hugged your frame perfectly, silk, short, small straps, lying just against your thighs. Your head shook from side to side lightly to the beat of the music, soft hums escaping from you.

He never knew he'd ever witness you being awake before any of the guys. It happened once in a while, rarely, but only when you've had a good night's rest. Yet he knew you hadn't gotten your full hours of sleep but there you were, a soft expression resting on your face as you continued making breakfast without noticing him leaning beside the doorway leading into the kitchen. 

Hoseok could still remember every moment of the night before filled with soft giggles, soft whines, soft embraces, and soft kisses. You fell asleep peacefully in his arms, snuggling up close to him and he swore he caught you purring. Luckily Taehyung got all of it on camera for the memories they'd never want to forget.

He was left waking up beside Yoongi and Seokjin, you nowhere to be seen on the bed. He called your name a few times and when there were no responses except the whines from Yoongi wanting more sleep, he stood up, put on a white t-shirt, before going on for his short expedition to find you. It was the first morning of the honeymoon, surely you'd want to sleep in some more, right? Weren't you exhausted from the night before?

As if on cue, a cute kitten's yawn escaped out of you and Hoseok silently cooed.

"The things I do for them," you giggled to yourself afterwards and finally Hoseok decided to make his appearance clear to you.

He stalked up behind you, letting his arms pull you into a sweet back hug (and you gave out a cute squeak) where he propped his chin upon your shoulder, nuzzling his head against your neck.

He breathed in. "Smells sweet."

You grinned excitedly. "I know right? The pancakes are going to taste so delicious and-"

"I wasn't talking about the pancakes, although they smell sweet too, but nothing can smell sweeter than you, my lovely wife."

Your heart soared and a short moment of silence passed, confusing Hoseok because he knew by then you should have stuttered your way out of trying to cope with his sweet talks like you always did. But when Hoseok looked up, he found a beaming sun glowing right in front of his eyes instead.

"You look like you're about to explode," Hoseok chuckled lightly as he pinched a cheek of yours, still unsure of the reasoning behind your smile.

"Doesn't it sound nice?" You asked him, turning your body fully to face him. "Hm? My handsome hubby?"

Hubby.

A curse left his lips almost breathlessly. "We really did that, huh?"

You squealed and he couldn't help but laugh aloud at how cute you were. "It's been what? Four? Five months? Since you've all proposed to me on Christmas."

"It really has, hasn't it?" Hoseok chuckled as he let his arms wrap around you to pull you in close, his body naturally allowing the both of you to sway to the soft sound of music that was still playing.

He could still remember the process that led up to the proposal.

࿐ ᶠ ˡ ᵃ ˢ ʰ ᵇ ᵃ ᶜ ᵏ

"Let's get married," Jimin said and they all looked up from the papers that laid in front of them on the long desk of the meeting room. Hoseok blinked and for a moment and Taehyung was about to give a silly remark but they could all see the serious gaze Jimin held, something he didn't often have when talking about other things besides being in his business mode. Only when he was truly serious about a certain topic.

"Married?" Namjoon repeated.

"We promised each other," the younger male reminded them all, "since we were kids, we promised each other that if we didn't find someone else to love, we'd end up marrying each other. Who would have thought the seven of us would actually end up together?"

It was a silly little promise they made during one of the very few sleepovers they had in the earlier years. They were playing truth or dare, something Jungkook had proposed he wanted to do, and with Yoongi asking them all whether they had anyone they loved and them responding with no's, Jimin pulled up a ridiculous dare for them to bet on, a promise of them marrying each other in the end if nothing worked out with their partners in the future.

Seokjin laughed but agreed and Hoseok placed his hand in just for the fun of it. Jungkook and Taehyung saw it as a competition so of course they weren't going to miss out, and the last two just shrugged it off as something that'll probably never happen but placed their hands in anyways.

Jimin was right, no one had saw the big relationship coming, not especially for Jungkook to confess one night when he was crying after Namjoon said he was about to leave to study in the states. A cute heartfelt confession with lots of tears and flushed cheeks, his bunny eyes looking at Namjoon with hands that held onto the man tightly, begging him to not leave because he had been his first crush.

Namjoon, one who cried only rarely, had a few tears slipping from his eyes and pulled the maknae into his arms, telling him that he felt the same.

Their relationship didn't last long, not before Jimin joined and then the rest of them came along on the ride, a relationship meant to last until the longest time because they knew and loved each other for the longest. It was the only spark they've actually felt, contrary to previous relationships with the ones before them, the first time something actually felt right.

Jimin reminded them almost every moment he could remember about the promises they made to each other that one beautiful night. It was something he had never forgotten because he was so in love and happy. He never missed a time to remind them, not until a few years prior to where they were now.

"And...Y/N?" Hoseok queried.

As if on cue, the door to the meeting room opened slightly with a light knock and in you came with a pretty floral blouse and white pencil skirt, beautiful as always.

"Just a reminder, Mr. Park, you have a meeting with the Yoon Corporation's executive leaders in half an hour and I have the meeting agenda here if..you'd..." You trailed off the second your eyes looked up and scanned the room, noticing every one of them looking at you with a serious gaze and Hoseok could see you visibly tense up.

Poor Y/N who knew nothing of what they were thinking about. But then again, it was good that you didn't.

"What...what's wrong?" You stuttered, voice small with the loss of confidence.

You always hated when they made you feel little in that sense.

"Nothing, baby," Jimin was first to say with a small smile. "I'll see you in a few minutes, okay?"

Your smile was a little lopsided but nonetheless nodded as you bid your goodbyes and left without another word. They wanted to say something more, Hoseok knew, to soothe your little worries but he also knew that the sudden proposition was placing them in a sudden overwhelming situation. A good overwhelming situation.

"She deserves a proposal," Yoongi said with his eyes still remaining on the door where you left just minutes ago.

"So..." Jimin trailed off, smiling, "we agree?"

"I agree," Hoseok mirrored the same excitement and the rest were quick to follow.

࿐ ᴱ ᴺ ᴰ  ᴼ ᶠ  ᶠ ᴸ ᴬ ˢ ᴴ ᴮ ᴬ ᶜ ᴷ

"Hoseok, you distracted me!" You chided at the man, quick to leave his arms as you picked up the spacula again with a distressed groan the moment you flipped over a pancake only to find it clearly burnt. "Look at what you've done."

"Me?" Hoseok laughed in disbelief while you dumped the burnt pancake into the garbage can. "It's my fault you forgot you were cooking?"

"Yes!" You reiterated as you poured another batch of pancake mix into the pan. "I'm trying to make as plenty of pancakes as I can before the rest of you wake up because today's a special day and I don't wanna ruin any part of our honeymoon, especially on our first day."

Hoseok cooed. "Aww, you pretty little thing. So you decided to wake up bright and early just to make us breakfast?"

"Why else?" You mumbled through a cute pout. "You know I cherish my sleep but you also have to know that I love you all more than anything."

You were so, so precious.

"I love you more," Hoseok challenged and you were quick to hold the spatula right up at him with a playful glare while he flinched back just as playful, both hands in the air.

"You can't love me more than I love you."

"Watch me," he dared and almost instantly, you were swept off on your feet and a squeal quickly left your lips as you laughed along while Hoseok spun you about.

"Hoseok, you—oomph.!" He held you steady in his strong arms, leaning up to kiss you right then and there while you tried your best not to let the spatula slip away from your fingers. The kiss was searing and hot like the passionate man he was but to have it so early in the morning while you were trying to cook, you lightly tapped him with your wrist, trying to get him to relent because you still had to cook before the others woke up.

"What's the matter?" The man let you go with a swipe of his tongue on his upper lip, smirking. "Too intense for you? Can't take anymore after last night?"

You frowned at him to show your displeasure but it only turned out into a pout with a beautiful blush Hoseok could recognize almost instantly. "I'm trying to be romantic here and you're ruining my moment." He laughed aloud, only to inject a whine out of you. "Why can't you just let me spoil you guys for one morning? It isn't even for a day because I know you'd never let me go that far but I've been spoiled enough from the moment we started dating and it's making me upset."

"Baby Y/N-ie's upset?" He feigned a cute teasing pout. "Haven't we told you plenty of times already? As long as you're with us — which will be for the rest of your life because we've already declared our vows, by the way — you're going to be spoiled until death takes us apart." With the pout still resting on your face, Hoseok couldn't resist and let out a sigh as he placed you back onto the floor. "Fine, just this one time."

You jumped with joy the instant that came out of his lips. "I love you, thank you! But..!" You gave him a pointed look with a finger hovered just below his nose. "I still hate you because you ruined my surprise for yourself."

"Hate me?" A dramatic gasp left him. "You can never, baby."

You giggled. "Fine, you're right. But I'm still upset with you."

"Hey listen, I think you're going to be even more upset and this time it really isn't my fault just because I'm too charming for you to resist but," he placed a quick peck on your lips before moving on to stroll out of the kitchen, "your pancake's burning."

You gasped immediately. "Hoseok!"

The only thing you could hear was his laugh fading away.

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"What are you wearing?"

"A..swimsuit?"

"No," Seokjin decided as he grabbed your wrist to drag you right back into the vacation home.

"What? But Seokjin—"

"If you think me and the guys are going to let you walk around out there in that swimming suit of yours, think again darling."

Your lips pouted as he opened the door to the bedroom before letting your hand go. "Do I look that bad?" You asked him as you stood in front of the closed door while looking down at yourself, suddenly feeling self conscious.

He could immediately tell what that voice indicated and the man was quick to hold your shoulders together, walking you over towards the bed to have you sitting on the edge. He gave you a pointed look while you sat there refusing to meet his gaze with a sad frown. "The exact opposite of that is the reason why I will not allow you to step a foot outside." Seokjin's voice was deep, maybe deeper than the sea, and to hear him say such possessive words made you feel some type of way.

"Do you not understand? Hm?" He prompted with a raised brow before letting his eyes fall. A hand rested right on your stomach and chills were quick to fall. "I don't want anyone else seeing this pretty tummy." It rose, hovering up and along your breast before brushing lightly on your collarbones. "Your pretty chest, your pretty collarbones." He held your chin, rose it for you to meet his sharp gaze.

"The pretty face that accompanies this pretty body. And above all, I don't want them approaching you and finding out not only is your body pretty but your heart is too. Guys can be animals, some do not respect women, and many will go after the pretty vulnerable ones who hates violence, ones who can't stand up for themselves not because they're weak but because they're too kind to say no."

"I-I can say no," you tried to reject.

But his brow raised. "You've learned to say no to us, darling, you haven't learned to say no to your friends nor strangers," he reminded you.

You let out a little huff as you pushed him back just slightly so that you could breathe again. "I'm a married woman, no one will come up to me."

"Married or not, pretty is pretty and no man will want an opportunity to miss that."

You groaned. "I'm not you, okay? I don't attract attention that easily and have everyone looking my way just by walking around. I won't get—"

Suddenly you were pushed down against the mattress with full force and Seokjin hovering above you, his body supported by the two arms that stood trapping you from both sides. "Why can't you see that you're the most beautiful woman in the world?" He asked, so frustrated it almost came out into a whine. "Do you know how many guys we have to glare down whenever we're walking beside you? You're so freaking oblivious because you're always in your own little world and—"

"Exactly."

"What?"

You rolled your eyes before sighing as you looked back up at him with a serious gaze. "I'm in love, Jin, I don't care about anyone else watching me from a distance. I'm so oblivious because the only ones I see are you and the other six, who cares about those other men? They can flirt all they want, you know I won't react to them like I'd react to you. Sometimes it gets scary and I'll always want one of you by my side but you don't have to be so jealous, my love, I chose you and I love you, not them. I'm yours, I belong to you and you're mine. We're married and there's no way anyone can ever break us apart now."

Sometimes he wondered how you got the courage to say such endearing words he loved so much. When you first began dating, feelings were a little more held back on your side because you didn't know how to show your love. Your first relationship didn't teach you anything and your previous one left a scar that had you overthinking everything because you were afraid they'd leave you if you ever did something they didn't like.

But truth was, there was nothing you could have done to make them leave you. You were naturally a kindhearted woman, they knew even before the dating phase, and you've always put forth your best efforts to work hard each and everyday, even on days when you were sick but refused to stay in bed.

You'd worry about the slightest things they'd pay no mind to, your insecurities being a big role that kept you back from saying the things you wanted.

And what he hated the most was when hoarding your feelings became too overwhelming and tears would fall from your eyes. Like the first time they saw you cry when someone touched you but you had been too afraid to speak up, or the second time when you went to Namjoon about the jealousies that ran around the whole building.

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Seokjin fired his secretary but did it in an orderly manner even though he did wanted to act like Jimin for once and just fired people right on the spot without giving them a pep talk. Jimin was definitely not happy about the situation, none of them were, but the man was more willing to fire anyone that had so much as glared your way. Namjoon had to calm him into going about things in a rational way.

They watched you closer ever since you spoke up, kept an eye on you at all times in case someone were to mess with you. And if they were too busy to watch over you, they'd have someone else doing the job and reporting to them whether someone had said anything to you or about you.

Things were looking much brighter, you looked happier, and the company was back to being a hardworking environment without the envious situation thrown into the mix.

But there was still one little problem.

You stood next to Seokjin wearing pretty black trousers with a pretty white blouse while your hair was up in a pretty ponytail. Jimin had asked you to be Seokjin's acting secretary for the night since the older man needed one and he had already fired his a few days prior. He didn't thought much of it when some lady approached him to spark up a conversation, only noticing a few minutes later with the way you stood there, hands fidgeting with the sleeves of your blouse and fixing your hair every three seconds.

You didn't feel comfortable but didn't leave his side because you took orders seriously since Seokjin himself asked you not to stray from him.

He held on a small tight smile, not liking the way the lady had begun to stray away from business talks and opted with a less formal conversation. But he couldn't just stop the conversation mid-sentence, it would be rude. Yet the second she tilted her head back from a soft laughter and lightly hit him on the shoulder, his small smile began to fade.

Sure she wasn't that bad looking but she wasn't you. Not as gorgeous as you who didn't need to wear a dress to impress because you were already pretty without it. Not as sweet, not as kind. He didn't like her laugh. It wasn't bad, it just wasn't like yours, not like the way your sweet laughter would immediately light up his heart.

But then again, it was probably because he was in love with you and not her.

"Care to go out for a cup of coffee some day?" She asked him.

Years before, even before he understood what love was, he would admire the bold ones that approached him and got straight to the point. He wasn't too keen on being the one who chased after someone, he liked being chased instead.

The guys wasn't much of a task to chase after, he had not much of a need to chase after them at all. It was more of a childhood to lovers story. After Jungkook confessed to Namjoon, it was then that got him to realize being chased after the ones he didn't care too much about wasn't his style. It began to annoy him a little. But Seokjin was still a stubborn man who refused to chase after any of the guys, instead playing the hard to get card while they all trailed after him, rolling their eyes because he liked playing with them.

It was until you showed up did he realized what chasing meant.

You were so shy, a cute worker, quiet and soft, got scared easily but could never get mad at anything or anyone. You'd stutter your words whenever you'd talk to any of the higher ups (aka them), and he found himself curious as to what kind of person you were and what went on in that little head of yours.

It was a bit of a surprise when Yoongi deemed he fell in love at first sight all of a sudden but it did sparked more curiosity in the man.

Seokjin liked talking to you whenever he got the chance. He loved the way your cheeks were so easy to turn into rose pink, loved your soft voice, and got a little frustrated you weren't part of the group of ladies that showed love and admiration for him.

But your focus and hard work was something that made him fall more for you, made him realize he was the one chasing this time rather than being the one to be chased after.

And he liked it.

"Actually.." Seokjin took ahold of your fidgeting hand without any hesitation and while you began to panic, worried for the onlookers and the lady in front of you, he held your clasped hands up in full view, surprising both you and everyone else that looked your way. "I will be occupied until the day she decides to leave me." He paused, turning to look at you with a confident grin while you stood there, eyes silently asking him what he was doing but Seokjin paid no mind. "Which I hope will never happen, my love."

My love.

Seokjin wasn't one to declare his feelings out into the public, he liked to keep things private and hidden behind closed doors. But with the way you kept looking down on yourself and the previous events beforehand, he knew validating your feelings was so much more important.

"Shall we go?"

It wasn't a question, it was a declaration. And before you could protest or say anything, the man whisked you away.

"Seokjin?" You called upon his name the moment the two of you were alone and he turned around, prompting you to go on. You let go of his hand to hug yourself before speaking again and he frowned at the way your eyes refused to look at him. "H-How'd you know?" You asked him in a small voice.

With a small sigh that left his lips, Seokjin took a step forward to wrap his arms around your smaller figure, letting his chin rest atop your head. "It's kind of my job as a boyfriend to understand the feelings of my girlfriend, don't you think?" You kept quiet. "No matter how many ladies approach me, approaches any of us, just remember that we are yours and yours alone. There's no need to worry, baby, I'm not going anywhere anytime soon...ever."

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"Why are you like this?"

You cocked your head just slightly, brows a little creased in confusion and he groaned again because you looked so adorable. "What do you mean?"

"I'm supposed to be mad at you, Y/N, you can't just be perfect all the time and think you can get away just by saying sweet words to me because guess what? I fall for it every time!"

"But I mean it!"

"Exactly!"

Dramatically, he clutched his chest and fell beside you, letting you have your moment of disbelief laughter because of the sudden change of heart.

Smiling, you leaned up against him to snuggle close. "I like this."

"What?"

"Being in love," you sighed.

"Yeah," he chuckled, agreeing before the sudden ding from both your phones alerted the two of you that the other six were waiting outside on the beach.

"I almost forgot we were going to see the dolphins today." You gasped, letting out an excited squeal as you hopped off the bed but not before Seokjin grabbed your wrist so that you couldn't leave the bedroom.

"Just because I'm no longer upset does not mean I'm letting you go out like that."

"But Jin, they—"

"I'll tell them you're being a brat and us being late won't be the only reason they'll be upset."

You huffed. "Fine."

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No matter how long time had passed since you've joined their relationship, Taehyung could never not fall in love with you more and more as each day passed.

You laid in bed, the last one left to wake up as always when it came to mornings, hair sprawled almost all over, your right hand laid on your chest while your left laid on your side. That morning, however, was a little more special.

After all, the day before they had just discussed wanting to get married and propose to you.

Taehyung took your left hand into his, playing with it for a moment as he examined each finger with gentle touches, kissing each fingertip before holding your hand out palm to palm and giggling at how much smaller your hand was compared to his. He had the largest ones after all, while yours came in last, smaller than Jimin's cute fingers.

You groaned softly in your sleep, squeezing his hand just slightly and he smiled, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. "Shh, it's okay. Sleep some more, baby, you don't have to wake up just yet," he said in soft whispers and as if hearing what he had just said, you turned your body just slightly to relax in your sleep again.

He chuckled at the sight before leaving one last kiss on your head and walking out the bedroom shirtless and feeling happy for what he had just done.

"I got it!" He announced to the group as he walked into the kitchen and was greeted by the smell of coffee and eggs.

They looked up at his arrival, chuckling when they saw Taehyung holding out a string that was curled into a circle. A string that he had apparently wrapped around your ring finger just minutes before to get your ring size.

"That'll work," Yoongi shrugged as he took a sip of his coffee.

"It'll have to work," Taehyung said, plopping himself on a chair next to Jimin, "I can't just ask Y/N what her ring size is without being discreet, it'll ruin everything."

Jimin chuckled while ruffling his soulmate's head. "Good job. We knew you'd come up with something creative."

"She's still asleep?" Seokjin asked and Taehyung nodded. He looked up at the clock that indicating the time being eight in the morning. "Someone should wake her up soon, breakfast is almost ready," he said, the scrambled eggs in the pan almost done and ready to serve.

As if on cue, small little stomps made their way down to the kitchen and in you came still in your pajamas, hair cutely ruffled while a hand rubbed at your sleepy eyes and they almost melted in sight.

"You can't do that." Your voice came out whiny and croaky and oh so adorable, a cute pout adoring your face. "You know I don't like waking up alone in bed," you reminded them, a little grumpy and still clearly tired.

Gosh you were so adorable.

Jungkook chuckled lightly as he walked up to you to pull you in more towards the kitchen, a hand ruffling your head and making it more messy. "Sorry baby, you woke up a little sooner than expected."

"One moment Taehyung was whispering something and then the next no one was there."

"I know, I know," the maknae cooed as he held you in his arms, swaying your bodies from side to side and placing little peppering kisses all over your face. "We're sorry, okay? It won't happen again."

You were so spoiled but they wouldn't have it any other way.

You giggled at the feeling of his lips and tried to push him away but along with how sleepy you still were and the fact that Jungkook would always be much stronger than you, you couldn't escape the tickling sensation.

"You're so sappy," you whined cutely, wiggling in his arms.

"You love it," Jungkook said as he let you go running over to where Namjoon stood, almost stumbling into him because you were still half asleep.

"Oof, I'm sorry Joonie," you quickly said while wrapping your arms around him and looking up at him with adorable eyes.

The man chuckled as he leaned in to greet you with a morning kiss. "It's okay baby."

"Baby," you repeated the word, sighing as if awestruck with a brilliant smile lifted upon your face. "I love you," you told him like a small child and he allowed you to snuggle up against him.

"My baby koala," Namjoon cooed.

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Even if he was on his honeymoon, Namjoon could never truly stay away from work. Not only because he was the big boss but also because he was a workaholic who often found himself handling the portion of the burdens that needed at least one of them to stay connected to their business. And he wasn't going to let anyone else do the work though you guys did chime in from time to time whenever possible.

Namjoon liked working independently.

But sometimes it could get a little tiring and for that, he always found you tumbling towards his way wherever he was at the right times.

Your tinier self would walk into his study room at the vacation home, sometimes half asleep or just plain tired, sometimes fully awake and ready to help, asking him whether he needed a helping hand or not. And whether Namjoon would say yes or no, you'd remain by his side either way.

He found both your tired and fully awake side adoring, liking the small surprises you'd greet him with each day.

When you were awake and ready to help at any time, he knew that would be the right time to let you help him out even with the smallest things. You liked helping him after all, always finding something to do because he knew you wouldn't leave unless you did something to help ease his burdens.

And on times when you were tired from whatever you had been doing, he'd allow you to just crawl into his lap, legs rested at both side of his body, head leaning to rest against his chest as he worked independently, happy for your comforting presence.

"Y/N."

"Mhm?" You answered him, voice a tired hum.

"Were you with the maknaes?"

You nodded at his question, groaning slightly as you leaned up to rest your cheek against his shoulder, having it squished right there. "Jungkookie and Jiminie tried to push me into the pool while I was all clothed and I asked Tae to help but he was just laughing so now I'm a little upset at them," you informed him while huffing.

Namjoon chuckled. "They like to play around."

"I was trying to read," you complained in a whiny tone. "And it was coming to the exciting part too!"

"You can go get your book and read it here if you'd like."

"No it's okay," you said, snuggling in closer and placing a few little pecks against his neck. "I like it here, don't wanna move."

"Okay," he smiled, fingers still typing away, multitasking as he both spoke to you and did his work. "Stay here for as long as you'd like, baby."

You giggled, nodding.

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You were drunk on sleep again and it's become a similar pattern that whenever you were like that, the one thing they often found you talking is about how you loved their eyes, eyes that (in your words) glowed of a thousand starlights.

"The stars are pretty."

"The stars aren't even up, Y/N," Hoseok laughed. "It's barely dusk."

"I'm talking about your eyes!" You frowned, pouting for a moment before smiling all over again. "I'm so lucky you know," you said, head on the desk in front of you, looking at them with a smile so whipped. It was a late afternoon where they had all gathered, the meeting long over and you couldn't keep yourself awake for longer. After all, you had been up all night the night before with no rest in between and they felt bad. But watching you like that was cute. You were always cute.

"Stars are pretty, I've always liked stars ever since I was little," you told them and hearing that, they listened in closer, grinning at the mention of your childhood self that must've been even cuter than you were now. "But mom couldn't bring me to the, um...what's that place called?" Your brows furrowed, losing your words and they giggled. "The aquarium? No, that's where the fishes are, what are you talking about, Y/N?" You grunted, the word not coming to you. "You know, there's a place where you can see the stars outside of Earth but it's indoors. Ugh, why can't I remember?"

"A planetarium?" Taehyung guessed and you exclaimed.

"Yes, that's it!" You were too endearing like that. "So mom couldn't bring to me the planetarium so I asked her to bring me stargazing instead but she was always so busy with work she never had time for me. Which was why I snuck out of the house one day."

Yoongi raised a brow. "A good girl like you actually snuck out?"

Just to see the stars.

What a cute little girl.

"It was fun!" You remembered. "But it was also scary because I was alone so I didn't really have time to look at the stars for long. Mom never found out though," you giggled proudly.

"Still wish to see them?" Seokjin asked you.

"It's okay, I already see them everyday," you told him. "The stars are all in your eyes and it's so much more pretty like this," you giggled again and their hearts swayed.

How lucky they were to receive a love so pure.

Still, it would have been nice to let you see the real stars that laid up in the sky, brightening up the night with its lovely glow.

And then, they thought of it. That empty room towards the attic, glass walls and ceilings that allowed you to see whatever was outside, lying right under the stars with nothing to block its view.

It was the perfect place and you deserved something perfect.

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"Y/N, are you still here?"

"Mhm," you hummed at Jungkook's call while his eyes were still glued on the large screen in front of him, sat on a gaming chair with a console in his hold, headphones on and a curse muttered under his breath for a quick second.

"For what, baby? Why aren't you sleeping yet?" He asked you, continuing on to game. You couldn't really blame him. After all, if it wasn't for the honeymoon, Jungkook wouldn't have much time to game just as he'd like it.

"Because you aren't sleeping," you pointed out.

"Aww," he cooed, a smirk curled at the corner of his lips, "does baby not want to leave me alone?"

You nodded but then remembered he couldn't see you and answered with a yawn. "Yeah."

"I'll be done in a few, okay?" He promised and you nodded again, letting him be.

But the game lagged on and you were growing more and more tired.

"Guk," you called his name after fifteen more minutes had pass, tugging at his sleeve. "It's getting late."

"Just one more round, baby."

You groaned and shamelessly slid your body under his arms to plop yourself right on top of him (to which he easily allowed you) while resting your head on his shoulder. "Come on," you whined.

"Okay, okay," he said, letting the headphone fall off on one ear with a light chuckle. "Just let me die first." He let himself end the game faster than what he wanted at first but with you there, straddling him and being a whiny tired baby, Jungkook's love and focus was shifted.

"Done?" You asked after he took off his headphone and placed his console down.

"Yeah baby," he chuckled again, allowing you to lean back just enough to meet his eyes with a tired smile. "You're cute, you know that?" He said, pressing two kisses on your lips. "Come on, the hyungs are probably wondering where we are."

With not much effort, Jungkook picked you up easily to lead you back to the bedroom where the rest of your husbands were.

"There you are, I was just about to come get you," Namjoon greeted the second the two of you arrived to the room.

"Sorry, she was waiting up for me," Jungkook said sheepishly as he greeted him back with a kiss. The others were already asleep with Namjoon kept up catching up with some work so he was the only one left to wait up for you and Jungkook.

"Babygirl's tired," he noted. "But we'll have to wake up early to catch our flight."

You whined at that. "Don't wanna leave."

"I know, baby, I know."

If only the honeymoon could last a little longer but as long as they had each other, there was nothing more Namjoon could ever ask for.

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Light pink suit on with a white shirt tucked under and white pumps and your hair up in a ponytail, Jimin studied you carefully as you went over the meeting schedule for the busy day again. Your brows were slightly creased with a firm serious expression resting on your face, a few small baby hairs sticky out just slightly from having to run around that morning, and although he wanted to smile and praise you for how quickly you were to get right back on track despite whining for some extra sleep when you had to wake up, he held his blank demeanor as he stood there, waiting for you to finish.

Luckily for Jimin he could multitask. Luckily he could both focus on your words and study you in however way he wanted.

Because although his eyes stayed on your face looking as if there was nothing else but work occupying his thoughts, his head also swarmed with thoughts of you and how he wished the vacation hadn't ended so soon.

"Have you compiled the reports that I've asked of you?"

"I will have them ready the minute I return to my desk, sir."

"Good." He nodded, satisfied. "And the phone calls?"

"Already done, sir."

"There's an event coming up in a a few days."

"I got their phone call this morning and ran over there. Everything is organized and just needs a few more last minutes touches before the final day but besides that, there isn't any problems that needs to be dealt with."

"The meeting."

"I have the meeting agenda here if you'd like to look over them," you said, handing him your neatly organized notebook to which he quickly took to look over.

"And my coffee?"

"Ah."

Jimin looked up, raising a brow. Perfect as you were with everything, sometimes you did forget to do a thing or too. You were human after all, maybe a little better than most, but still human.

"Forgive me, I'll get right to it, sir."

"Go on." You hesitated and before he could ask what was wrong, you went on to walk up to him to the tie that wrapped against his collar, your soft perfume hitting his nose.

"It was a little crooked," you told him and the corner of Jimin's lips curled up just slightly enough to be playful as he leaned in for a quick steal of your lips.

"Thank you, honey." You giggled, losing the professionalism for a moment and he smiled at the sight. "Have you checked your messages?"

"No, I haven't. Why?"

"Jin hyung texted, demanding for some attention," he informed as he held out your phone that he stole an hour prior.

Seeing the screen lit up with text messages from the eldest, you chuckled in response. "I guess he'll be whiny if I don't give him what he wants, huh?"

"Can't blame him," he shrugged. "You're around me almost every part of the day while the rest of them sometimes only gets to see you before and after work." Your phone went off again, silently vibrating against his palm for just a moment. "It's Yoongi."

"We've got a meeting in half an hour, can I quickly check in on them afterwards?" You asked and Jimin nodded with no protests, giving you a soft kiss on your lips.

"Don't let them distract you though."

"Of course not," you giggled.

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"Did you know that when a male penguin falls in love with a female penguin, he searches the entire beach just to find the perfect pebble to present to her?"

"Oh my gosh," you gasped, almost squealing at how cute it was as you began to imagine a scenario of cute penguins in love with each other. "How adorable!"

"Isn't it?" Taehyung bubbled from the other line of your phone call just as you had taken a right turn as you drove.

"Why do you know this?" You wondered with a soft laugh.

"I think back in primary school," he said.

"And it hadn't slipped your mind."

"Mmn." He laughed. "I remember it then, I used to have a crush on the teacher that told me this fact and I thought, you know, that she was hinting on the fact that I should go and find the perfect pebble for her because she liked me back. But turns out poor little Tae Tae was just dreaming in a delusional reality because she already had a boyfriend."

"Oof," you giggled, "how did poor little Tae Tae react?"

"He went to little Jimin and they cried together because little Jimin always hated seeing his soulmate cry."

"You guys are so cute!"

"You're not jealous?"

You chuckled. "Why would I be?"

"Because!" Taehyung exaggerated almost as if offended you weren't jealous of his story. "I learned that fact from another woman and I'll probably never forget her because it was that memorable."

"Tae, we're married. I'm your first and hopefully last wife so how are you ever going to forget me?"

"Oh crap, you're right." You laughed. "Wait, what do you mean hopefully you'll be my last wife as well? Are you doubting my love for you?"

His comments were amusing and you shook your head, smiling at how cute your husband was. "Hmm..I wonder," you teased.

"I'm telling you!" he declared, "No matter what happens, we're never letting you go so you better be prepared for what we have to offer."

"I was prepared the day I accepted your proposals," you told him and a look to your ring finger was enough to send butterflies your way.

You looked up again towards the road in front of you. There weren't many cars passing through, just about one or two but they were both going the opposite way of you. You hit your signal to make a right turn, pressing onto the breaks to slow down yet the pace of the car never did as you expected it to be and you frowned. You pressed the breaks again, and then again, and your heart began to race as your eyes widened with fear.

"Ooh you're smoother than I thought you'd ever be. You're catching on pretty well." The light tone in Taehyung's voice was the one thing that reminded you that there was still hope in the world, that one of the six of them had just been on the other line of your call and you bit your lower lip.

"T-Tae." Your voice came out more shaky than you expected, scared for your life.

"Yeah?" He replied casually, not realizing what you sort of situation you were in just yet.

"The breaks isn't working," you breathed.

"What?"

"The breaks, Tae, it isn't working, I can't slow down!"

With your voice growing louder and tears escaping your eyes as your heart raced rapidly against your chest, Taehyung's heart stopped.

"Taehyung please, I..-" you choked, "what do I do?"

"Where are you?" He immediately asked. "Just stay calm for me okay, baby? Take deep breaths and-"

"I'm going to hang up."

"No." His heart began beating fast as he stood up abruptly. "No baby no, don't do that. Don't-"

"I love you," was the last thing he heard before the line was cut off and Taehyung flew out the doors to his office, legs running faster than ever before with his fingers punching against his phone to try and call you again.

He had no time to remember to warn the rest about what had just happened, mind with only thoughts of you and how he could get to you on time.

Hot tears fell from his eyes, blocking his views while he continued wiping them away so that he could see properly on where he was driving. A hard knot constricted his throat, making it hard to breath as his heart ached and his stomach contracted into a tight ball.

Taehyung was panicking, knuckles white from gripping onto the steering wheel way too tight and cars beeped at him for going way too fast but he couldn't care any less about anyone else when you, his baby, his wife, one of seven reasons why he continued to wake up every day, was out there somewhere alone and isolated with nowhere near help.

'I love you,' your voice echoed into his head and he shook his head vehemently.

No, no. It couldn't. It couldn't be. He couldn't even say it to you, to let you know that he loved you too and that—

No.

Taehyung took a deep breath though it was so hard. He couldn't let himself think that way, if he did then it would mean...it would mean you wouldn't return to the seven of—

And that was when he remembered.

Seven.

Right, seven.

He still hadn't informed them and they out of anyone else should know what was going on as well. Who cared about the company at the moment? You were in trouble for goodness sake.

"Hel-"

"Y/N's in danger." He took no time to waste, taking a harsh turn that made the tires squeal in turn but he couldn't care.

"What do you mean Y/N's in danger?" Hoseok's brows furrowed, confused by the bitter taste in Taehyung's tone.

"Forget about going to that stupid meeting you have in less than ten minutes, Y/N's breaks stopped working on her way back here and now I can't get ahold of her and she's probably all alone out there with no one to help because that rode is away from the cities and isolated." He spat out a curse. "Hyung, I'm trying to get to her as soon as possible."

Normally Taehyung would never be so rude as to call Hoseok's meetings stupid but he was too worried and afraid for your life and at that point, none of them cared about his words lacking respect.

"I'll tell the rest and try to get ahold of her, just try to get there as soon as possible."

"What do you think I'm doing?"

It was harsh but understandable. "Taehyung."

"What?"

"Be careful," Hoseok warned, feet already taking him away from the meeting room and leaving his assistant to blink in confusion. "I'm not going to lose you in an accident because of your careless driving."

"Hyung, what if," he cursed again, "what if Y/N-"

"I'm going to end this call right now and inform the rest but you are not allowed to think that way, do you hear me?"

"I..-" Taehyung took a deep shaky breath, running his forearm against his eyes for the hundredths time. "Okay," he said, sniffling. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay."

The call ended and in less than ten minutes, he was on the familiar road of where you were when you called him, head stretching out to search for someone, anyone. A car, your car. Whatever sign that told him that you were alright, that you were safe.

But he hated how he couldn't see anything.

There were no cars that drove by, a street not many frequented and he wondered where in the world you were. Were you safe? How were you safe if there weren't any drivers driving by and could have coincidentally stumble upon you? They could have phoned the police, the ambulance, anything.

But he heard no sirens, no distress cry that warned him a wreck was nearby.

Neither was his phone called by any paramedics as he had been the last person you were on the phone with.

He could only hope, hope that you would be okay. Even if that meant you'd end up in the hospital, even if it meant you'd get hurt. He could only pray that everything would turn out alright.

And then, he saw it.

A body sat on the side of the road opposite of him.

Your body.

You.

He hit the breaks as soon as he was close enough and ran out the door as if his own life depended on it.

"Y/N!"

You looked up at his call, tears falling and falling from your precious cheeks and his heart shattered even more at the state you were in but he ran to you, crouched down, and pulled you into a tight hug while his own tears continued escaping from his eyes.

You were safe.

Safe.

In his arms.

Crying and scratched with your clothes a bit dirty but safe.

So, so, safe. Safer than he could ever imagine.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," Taehyung repeated over and over again, words he never got to say before you hung up on him in the middle of the crisis and his heart had ached before you never did get to hear those words when you were alone and had no one else but yourself to rely on. "I love you so much."

The images of your body having to be wheeled into the emergency room fell from his mind as he held you close, crying yet hushing you gently as you cried inherent words against his chest, hands holding onto his blazer with a grip tighter than his because you could have lost your own life.

"It's okay, baby, I'm here now. I'm here."

He let you go just a little to have a look at how badly the incident had caused. Your white blouse were ripped from the sleeves, dirty, with signs of scratches that you had probably dived yourself out of the car just in time before it could crash and stop itself against a tree. The scratches fell down to your legs and when he touched your left foot, you winced in pain, tearing up all over again.

"Does it hurt?" He worried. "I'm so sorry. Help is coming soon, Hoseok should have called. They're on their way too so there's nothing to worry about right now. You're going to be alright, Y/N, we'll get you fixed up. They're just little scratches, you'll be better in no time. Anything else beyond that, we'll figure out a way to make it right again, you don't have to worry about a thing, my love."

"M-my car.." Crashed and ruined. Even if it could be repaired again, Taehyung wasn't going to let you ride in the one thing that could remind you of all of this.

"We'll get you a new one," he vowed but you shook your head, not wanting that from them.

"My phone..-" Probably lost and damaged in the wreck.

"We'll get you a new one," he repeated and you shook your head again.

"T-Taehyung...I was so scared," you sobbed and he pulled you in against him again, holding your head, rubbing soothing patterns, and giving you a soft kiss there.

"I know, baby, I know. It's okay now." Truth was Taehyung was way too terrified to imagine what had happened after you hung up on him but he wasn't going to tell you that. You needed the comforting more than anything and he vowed to be the bigger person as Hoseok was for him. "I'm right here, baby, I love you."

"I love you."

Barely a month into the marriage and he almost lost you but it was your body that he could feel as he held onto you with a secure hold, a promise of tomorrow, that kept him sane. It was when Hoseok held onto him later that night when he woke up unable to rest, crying against his husband's chest in the bathroom, that kept him alive.

You were alive.

Awake the next day, pressing a soft kiss against his forehead with a whisper of a soft thank you because he had gotten there before anyone else, had been the one to inform the rest. Because if it wasn't for him, who would have known how long it'd taken before they found out where you were and what had happened.

It was him that you thought of, reminding yourself that Taehyung knew, that Taehyung would run over in no time, and that you were going to be alright.

Because Taehyung knew.

So he leaned up to press a sweet and gentle kiss against your lips, careful not to hurt you, afraid you'd shatter like a fragile glass in his hold, and silently thanking the angels that had kept you safe.

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"Y/N is that you?"

You turned around to come into a halt as your eyes widened at the sight in front of you, heart suddenly doing something you weren't quite fond of. "C-Chan..." You breathed, surprised by how much the years had changed him. "Wow, hello."

Years before your heart would have broken at just the sight of him alone and you wouldn't be able to face him without tearing up but now? Now that you've found seven lovers who promised to cherish and love you for the rest of your life? Your heart ached slightly but it wasn't anything that had to do with missing him as a lover. He was your childhood friend after all. And if you missed him, then it'd be as a friend who fell apart after what had happened.

"It's been years." He sighed at the sight of you, smiling softly as he studied you for a moment. Autumn had come, winter being so close by so you were beginning to wear thicker clothes as the seasons began to grow colder each passing year, a pretty white capelet coat with white furs surrounding its collar and sleeves, making you look so soft. You changed, you looked more beautiful but still had on that lovely smile that he always remembered back when the two of you were children. "How have you been?"

"I've been great!" You said with a bright smile and it almost made him falter to see you look so happy like that, moving onto a life without him in it.

"That's wonderful, Y/N," he chuckled. "You look a little too fancy for someone out casually grocery shopping."

"Do I?" You laughed, looking down at yourself. Ever since you've began dating your seven princes, they've done nothing but spoiled you rotten and clothes were definitely not an exception. You loved the coat though, a Christmas gift given one year from Taehyung.

"Listen..." Chan began to trail off and you watched how he bit his lower lip, looking a little too nervous.

You knew what was coming and quickly shut him down. "It's fine, Chan," you said almost too quick for his liking.

He looked up again, blinking. "What?"

"Whatever happened between us is all in the past."

"The past...right..."

He looked like he wanted something more, regret and guilt shown in his eyes and maybe if he was a few years earlier, you would have easily gave in but he wasn't. The years had long passed and you were completely over him, love given for others whom have stolen your heart.

Just as he was about to say something else, someone interrupted the two of you as your grocery bags were snatched right out of your hands, causing you to look back and find Yoongi frowning.

"What did I tell you about calling me over so that I can carry these things for you? You're not allowed to carry anything except your purse, Y/N, your hands should be free of heavy things," he scolded the second you met eyes.

You shook your head lightly, smiling because they were always like that even though what you had been carrying wasn't heavy at all.

But they always refused to let you give them excuses.

"Um..who's this?"

"Oh!" You almost forgot Chan was still there. "Um, Chan, this is Yoongi," you turned back around, introducing with an awkward smile, "my husband of two years."

Chan's eyes widened at your words and the mood grew uncomfortable all of a sudden, being stuck between a previous lover and one of your current lover.

"And who's he?" Yoongi asked, voice monotoned as he raised a brow, not completely liking the fact that your sentences were informal as if you knew the guy.

"Ah, my um..childhood friend."

"Oh." An uncomfortable silence passed for a moment before Yoongi let out a scoff, knowing exactly what you meant. Seokjin told them about your two previous lovers, the two both leaving you heartbroken in the end and now seeing him in person, Yoongi wasn't going to make sure the meeting would last for much longer. So he handed over a few bags from his right hand on over to his left and took your hand, clasping it tightly. "Anyways, we're busy so goodbye," he said bluntly and turned around, dragging you away with him.

You panicked for a moment, turning around and waving at your speechless childhood friend. "Um, b-bye! It was nice seeing you!"

"Nice my ass," Yoongi muttered, scoffing bitterly.

"Hey, be nice," you chided softly after turning back and the two of you walked on towards his car.

"You really want me to treat your exes with grace and kindness?" He raised a brow, asking curtly.

Your lips pressed together into a small pout. "I...I don't know," you shrugged, unsure because yes, he did hurt you, but he was also your friend before the whole relationship happened. "He sounded nicer," you said ruefully.

Yoongi rolled his eyes as he took out his keys to press the button that unlocked the car and opened the trunk. "Oh please, didn't you catch his eyes? The man totally wanted you back," he huffed, shutting the trunk close after putting the bags in.

"That's why I specifically told him that you were my husband," you told him, allowing him to open the door for you before getting in, "To make sure he knew I was completely over him."

"Still." A sigh left him as he leaned against his car, a pout resting on his lips.

"Don't be too mean," you laughed.

"Mean?" He raised a brow. "Imagine the maknaes were with you instead, or Jin hyung," he said. "They'd be all over you if they knew that was the childhood friend, showing affection out in the open where everyone else can see that you're clearly are taken, making that Chan even more envious."

"Ah," you bit your lower lip, "I guess you're right."

"Of course I'm right. But just because I'm not too into that pda crap," Yoongi said, head leaning in close to where his forehead met yours and your face began to flush, "doesn't mean I don't like claiming what's meant to be mine."

"Y-you.." you stammered, "you don't have to. He's already long gone and I'm long over him." A kiss to your lips and your cheeks reddened some more. "Yoongi there are people-"

"Being a husband is nice," he smirked. "If I were to still be your boyfriend, I don't think that would have shut him down so easily, he would have seen me as just a competition." Another kiss, a little longer, a little softer. "Good job though," he patted your head, "for telling him that I was your husband right away."

One last kiss, softer and gentler and sweeter, before he pulled away and closed your door, smirking with a light chuckling as he watched you from the window, sat in your seat with your face all flushed because he had just done that out in the open.

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"Can we have our wedding in Spring? And outdoors? I want an outdoor wedding in Spring. It'll be warm by then and the flowers will have bloomed and everything will be so pretty. Oh but," you paused, pouting as you realized something and they all look on over at you, wondering what was wrong. "Spring is so close and I've heard that wedding preparations can take quite a while to perfect everything. We're all so busy, I highly doubt we can get it all done that easily and then Spring will come to an end."

You sighed, letting yourself sit in front of your vanity as you took out a brush to run through your hair. "We can always have a Summer wedding," you said. "Or whenever preparations gets done," you shrugged not caring much for the date anymore as you met Namjoon's eyes from the mirror.

He walked on over with a soft smile on his face, resting his hands atop your shoulders and squeezing it lightly. "Whatever you want, baby, we'll get it done."

You made a face. "This isn't just my wedding, you know, you're in it too," you said, turning your chair around so that you could face him and look up with a pointed look, "I can't get married without my grooms."

"Of course not," he chuckled, pinching your cheeks gently. "We'll split up a few tasks, tackle this together. With the eight of us plus a few help, it won't take that long. We're used to big events and deadlines and so are you."

"And this is our event so it's even more important and special," Hoseok said nodding.

"Aren't you forgetting the fact that we're all so busy with the company already?"

Seokjin chuckled. "Since when have we let that stop us?"

"Don't think about the details just yet, Y/N," Jungkook told you. "If you want a Spring wedding then we'll make your dream come true."

You pouted. "But what about what you guys want?"

Taehyung smiled as he took your chin to let your lips meet his in a soft assuring kiss. "We're fine with whatever. Honestly."

"You sure?"

"Mhm," Yoongi nodded. "I'm just honestly looking forward to seeing you in a wedding dress," he admitted and you blushed just thinking about it.

"I can't wait," you breathed, smiling as you met all their gazes. "I love you so much."

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"How was the cake tasting?"

"They were all so good," you whined when Jimin brought it up after you walked into his office to hand him the reports. You, Taehyung and Jungkook had gone to choose the cakes that morning and it was safe to say that you were all stuffed by the time it was all over. "Everything was sweet and pretty, I don't know what I'm gonna tell the wedding cake designer when we meet," you said, frowning.

"She's an expert," he reminded you, "she'll know what to design in the end after giving it a few ideas."

"I think I gained some weight after eating cakes all morning," you pouted, looking down at your tummy with a huff. "How am I gonna fit a wedding dress now?"

Jimin chuckled at your cuteness and stood up from his desk to walk around it and over to you, hands both tucked behind your waist as he pulled you in close. "Gain as much weight as you want, I don't care," he vowed sincerely with a smirk curling at his lips, "We'll still love you all the same."

You giggled, smiling into the kiss that he gave you. "Kookie said he's gonna go and burn some calories in the gym after work," you informed. "I planned on going with him and Taehyung but maybe I'll skip out."

"Good job," he smiled. "Do whatever you want, as long as you're happy."

"Should the cake be grand?" You asked. "Layered?"

"Of course," Jimin nodded. "The bigger the better."

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"You okay?"

"Hm?" You looked up towards the door where Seokjin walked into the bedroom just as you had gotten done changing into your nightgown. A confused glance was made his way as you wondered what he meant by that and why his brows were a little furrowed as he walked your way, settling himself onto the large bed.

"Yoongi told us what happened this afternoon," he said. "You met him again."

Him.

"Oh." You shook your head, laughing lightly as Seokjin held an arm out for you to sit onto his lap, accepting it without a word. "There's no need to mention him anymore," you told him. "It's all in the past."

"I just thought, you know," Seokjin shrugged, "since you looked a little upset the last time you spoke about him. How he left you scarred."

Your heart melted at how considerate he was for you so you leaned in to place a soft kiss on his cheek. "I promise you, I am beyond over that. I've got you guys now, what more do I need?"

He chuckled, not able to stop himself from kissing you. "Good," he sighed. "I don't want any other man occupying your thoughts."

"Don't worry," you grinned, "they're all claimed by the seven of you."

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"Y/N? Why are you awake?"

At first Jungkook had woken up with the idea of needing to use the restroom but then he found you nowhere in bed and saw a silhouette outside the balcony doors. So when he opened it and found you resting your forearm against it, a warm cardigan hung over your shoulders as you looked up at the stars, he could only wonder what had gone wrong.

You weren't one to usually wake up in the middle of the night just to watch the stars. Sure your love for the stars were big but you loved your extra hours of sleep more than that.

"Something wrong?" He asked as he walked in further after you turned your head around and remained silent. Jungkook wrapped his arms around you from behind, feeling your body colder than it should have been. "You're freezing, baby," he shivered. "What's wrong, hm? Tell my what's wrong, baby."

There was a clear sign that he had recently woken up, voice groggy and tired yet Jungkook was clear on not heading back to bed unless he made sure you were alright again.

"I can't sleep," you told him, leaning back against him to welcome his cozy warmth. "I had a nightmare."

"Mhm," he pressed his nose into your neck, trying to warm more of your cold body, "want to talk about it?"

"No," you shivered as a chilly night breeze passed by though he could probably guess it was one of the few nights where you'd dream of the accident all over again. They had come around less and less as the months passed but that didn't mean you could ever forget. "Wanna sleep," you pouted.

"Then come on," Jungkook said, beginning to tug you along back into the bedroom.

"But the nightmares." Even as you whined, you still followed his steps back in, feeling too sleepy to remain stubborn especially when the night breeze was too chilly to handle.

So you let him pull you back into bed where the two of you laid in between Seokjin and Yoongi.

"It's okay," Jungkook whispered as softly as possible, "I'll fight the bad dreams off for you."

You snickered in a gentle tone. "And how will you do that?"

"By singing you to sleep."

A smile was quick to light up your face at his suggestion and without any hesitation, you let Jungkook hold you against him, lying onto his chest and having you listen to his heartbeat. Not long after the two of you settled into each other's warmth, Jungkook's soft voice was whispered into the night as he sang a lullaby for you.

Listening to his heartbeat on one side while your other ear was blessed with his voice, you fell back to sleep sooner than you thought you would.

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"Y/N, it's three am, what are you doing up so early and..." Namjoon blinked though his eyes were still clear with drowsiness accompanied by a cute bed head, "..cooking...?"

You giggled as he walked further into the kitchen, greeting his tired self with a ruffle on his head as he let out a cute yawn. "I couldn't sleep," you told him. "I woke up and tried to go back to sleep but I was too awake and energized to dream again."

"So you decided to make pancakes."

"Yup," you nodded, exaggerating the last sound with a pop. "Doesn't it smell nice?"

He didn't answer but you were far too excited on your own to worry about it so you returned to the pan to flip two pancakes. There was soft upbeat music in the background and Namjoon shook his head, chuckling at the sight of his wife up so early in the morning flipping pancakes with nothing but an oversized grey hoodie that belonged to Jungkook.

You were quite the sight, pretty and adorable.

He walked up to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind and allowed you to sway the both of you from side to side while you hummed to the beat of the music.

"Hey, if you're going to have a party, you can't just not wake us up."

The two of you turned around to find Hoseok walking in followed by Jimin who let out a grumpy huff with hands stuffed inside the pocket of his hoodie.

"It's not a party," you insisted, "it's a late night snack I'm having."

"Even worse!" Hoseok pouted with a whine and you and Namjoon giggled.

"You can join if you want," you invited with a cute grin plastered on your face. For moments before, Jimin wanted to scold you for waking up so early just for that but who could get mad at such a sweet face?

"You're lucky you're cute," he said huffingly and your head tilted back, colliding with Namjoon's shoulder as you laughed. "What are you doing up anyways?"

"Y/N here can't fall asleep," Namjoon informed with a ruffle of your hair.

"So you guys decided to wake us all up by being loud?"

At the new voice, the four of you all turned to watch Seokjin walking in as he pouted, a clear tired expression plastered on his face.

"I'm so sorry," you quickly said, "it was my fault, don't blame the rest. We'll be more quiet so you can head back to sleep if you can."

"And miss all of this?" He scoffed stubbornly and took his seat next to Jimin, "No way."

Hoseok laughed. "You pretend to be mad but you love us anyways."

"Doesn't make you any less annoying," the eldest retort with rolled eyes.

"Is that pancake I smell?"

"At three in the morning?"

"Heck yeah!"

Jungkook and Taehyung both filed in no sooner than later and soon the kitchen was filled with all of your husbands. All but one who was a heavy sleeper and loved his sleep just like you.

"Is everyone awake now?" Jimin asked with a yawn.

"Yoongi isn't," Jungkook replied.

"Should we wake him up?" Taehyung asked.

"I think babygirl should do it, don't you think?" Seokjin said with a small raised brow and a smirk your way. "You're the reason we woke up after all."

A hesitant blush your way with Hoseok stealing the spatula from your hand and them pushing you out of the kitchen, you were left to sigh without a protest, dragging your feet up the stairs towards your shared room.

Even though you were the one to always leave the bed later than everyone else, Yoongi could get a bit grumpy when he's woken up unexpectedly — especially on purpose when there was nothing important to wake up to.

Nothing a few kisses and cuddles couldn't fix.

So you opened the door to find Yoongi alone, looking small against the large bed that took up a lot of space in the master bedroom. A soft smile curled along your lips as you walked up to him and bent down, shaking him lightly.

"Hey, Yoongi?"

You didn't get very far.

Not before he had grabbed your arm and pulled you right into his hold where his body held you tightly.

"What?" He grunted.

"You're heavy," you whined at his body weight but still he wouldn't move.

"You love it," His voice was deep and low, tired and groggy and you were already starting to feel bad for waking him up. "Well?" He asked, urging you to go on from what you wanted to tell him. Instead of answering him, however, you remained quiet to just listen to his soft breathing, the warmth given off by him suddenly making you sleepy. "Here because you want me to join your little party downstairs?"

"How'd you know?"

"Not hard to tell," Yoongi said, "they're pretty loud."

They definitely were. The two of you could hear their complaints and booming voices and laughter all the way from the kitchen to the bedroom.

You laughed lightly and he mirrored your amusement. "Not complaining?" You asked.

"Not going to convince me?" He remarked.

"I don't know," you shrugged, moving in closer to his warmth and he allowed you without protest, "I like it here."

"They're going to know something is up if you don't return soon."

You frowned. "Are you trying to kick me out?"

"No," he chuckled in a deep tone, soft and soothing, "I'm trying to keep you to myself for a moment," he said, "just until they all come barging in and ruin this peaceful quiet time."

"Mmn," you giggled, "you're so greedy."

"So are you."

You responded with a whisper of an 'I love you' and he replied with a kiss on your forehead to say the same thing.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

There they were. A little late, a little early. You didn't know what to mark it as but as they barged in, you and Yoongi remained holding onto each other before Taehyung excitedly jumped onto the bed and pouted.

"You love us too yet you're ditching us for more sleep?"

"Weren't you too energized to go back to sleep?"

"How dare you?"

Yoongi simply laughed while you left his arms to quickly sit up and try to defend yourself.

"No, no! I didn't mean it I promise!" You insisted. "It was just so warm and soft and Yoongi was holding onto me so tightly and I loved the feeling and..-" You met their disapproving look and your eyes fell, pouting. "I'm sorry."

"Stop it, it's not fair."

You blinked as you looked up at Jungkook. "What?"

He grabbed your face, squishing it against the palm of his hands with a cute pout of his own. "You're too cute to stay mad at!" He chided and you fell back against Yoongi as you laughed. "You can get away with anything with just this face alone, it isn't fair."

"Actually, I think it's quite a gift," you replied with a playful grin and they were upset because they couldn't actually stay upset.

"See what you've done, Jimin?" Taehyung glared at the other 95 liner, "She's caught up to us. I told you Y/N isn't the same girl we first met years ago."

"What? It's Jin hyung's fault too!"

"Hey!"

"Nah, I'd say she's still the same," Namjoon stated with a soft scoff. "Watch this."

You didn't know what he meant by that but the next thing you knew, Namjoon had caught ahold of your chin, tilting your head to meet him before soft yet passionate lips fell upon your own. A kiss that had his tongue dancing along your lower lip before it entered at your gasp and had you gripping tightly onto the sheets below you.

When he pulled away to give the both of you the breath of air you needed, you were left lightheaded and quickly fell back against Yoongi's hold to hide your blushing red face against the crook of his neck.

Chuckles escaped them at the sight and Namjoon licked his lips with a smirk. "See?"

"Cute," Seokjin commented with a grin. "Remember when we first kissed?" You whined against Yoongi and stomped your little feet in protest. "Gosh, Y/N was the cutest thing ever with her eyes so big and round and cheeks so flushed," he continued either way.

"Remember when you first came over?" Jimin added. "Or when we first shared a bed?"

"And the first time you had to stay over because the blizzard outside was too harsh?" Taehyung said.

"Guys, stop it," you whined, "I already embarrass myself enough, stop bringing the embarrassing memories back."

"Embarrassing? Y/N, they were precious," Yoongi insisted gently as he trailed his fingers along your jawline to get you to face them again. You did it with bits of hesitation and they almost melted in sight. "So, so precious," he said as he placed an assuring kiss to your temple.

"I still can't believe someone like you fell in love with us in the first place."

Your brows furrowed at Hoseok's words. "What are you talking about? You were like the most sought out men of the industry even though the relationship between the seven of you was clear from the beginning. You were so untouchable someone like me was lucky to even breath the same air as you."

He chuckled. "No, Y/N. You didn't know it then but from the first moment we saw you, something about you was different and special. You only proved to us each day with your hard work and efforts that what we saw then was not a mistake."

"So we started to observe you more as time when on," Jungkook said. "That's why Jimin and Jin both started to flirt around, eventually moving on to flirt with others to try and grab your attention."

"But you always acted so unfazed," Jimin pouted.

"That's because I had to remain professional," you remarked. "Plus how was I supposed to know you took an interest in me then?"

"That's the problem, Y/N," Namjoon sighed. "You're always stuck in this little head of yours, thinking you aren't good enough or pretty enough but you are, and you are so much more than that."

"And a little braver than we imaged you'd ever be," Taehyung smirked as he was reminded of something. "You were the one who took the initiative after all, confessing your true feelings first hand."

You blushed thinking about that moment. "I was drunk."

"On sleep," he laughed. "Still, your sleepy self was braver than any of us could ever be at that time."

"And we love you," Seokjin smiled as he leaned in to place a sweet kiss on your lips. "So much."

You returned the smile, heart fluttering. "I love—" you gasped, suddenly realizing you had forgotten something and they all gave you a confused gaze. "The pancakes!" You jumped out of bed, groaning as you slipped on your slippers. "Aw man, my late night fun time is all ruined because you guys decided to love me."

Jimin scoffed. "Did you not like that?"

You stopped yourself before you could run off towards the door and down the kitchen, feigning an innocent smile their way as you leaned up to press a quick kiss on Jimin's lips. "I love you!" You said and bounced away, leaving them to frown at your absence.

Not long after, however, their heads came popping into the kitchen, too awake to return to sleep now.

"It's gotten cold," you pouted as you turned to them, showing them the plate of pancakes that would have made the perfect early breakfast snack if they hadn't lost their heat. "I'm gonna cry."

"Really now?" Namjoon chuckled.

"We can make some more," Jungkook suggested, not liking the idea of heating them up in the microwave because microwaves scared him.

"But then these will all go to waste," you said.

"It's okay, you didn't make that much in the first place because you thought it'd just be you," Hoseok said pointing out and you nodded.

"Okay," you sighed. "Let's make another batch for the eight of us then!"

And so you got to working with a bit of help, adding in berries and chocolate, each batch with a little something different so that you could all choose whatever you wanted to eat. It was fun, being up so early in the morning with nothing to do for another hour until you had to get ready for work. Together. You and them.

Back then you'd always wonder on the thoughts of why they had chosen you, what they had seen in you in the first place. And sometimes you did find yourself going back to those thoughts.

"You know," you said as you all sat around the dinner table, "sometimes I wonder why you choose to enjoy these kinds of food when you can be enjoying those exquisite dishes that they always serve at those parties. You know, like the rich people you are?"

"It's good once in a while," Jimin said with a light shrug, "but we prefer this because it's better, it's more, it's true and it's made with love. It's made of your love. Our love."

And when Taehyung fed you a slice of the blueberry pancakes on his plate, you smiled because you understood.

You didn't have to be perfect to be loved by them (though they always insisted you were perfect), you didn't have to be the prettiest or the most hard working or whatever anyone previous had always told you. All you had to do was stay true to your heart and love them with your true heart.

It didn't have to always be pretty as long as it was you and them in the end.

A love stronger than the day before but less than the next.

With a promise of tomorrow and more tomorrows to come.

[closedafterdark]

Double Trouble

Kang Hyewon & Kwon Eunbi x Male Reader

11613 words

categories: smut, oral, threesome, mommy kink

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Darkness falls upon another day in Seoul. Today in particular was very stressful: hours wasted being stuck in meetings, signing/organizing piles of papers on your desk that blocked your view of the outside world, and a boss who was seemingly never happy with whatever you did, even if done following their specifications. You were happy to finally be at home in your bed, relaxing.

Just then, a phone on the nightstand dings. The bright screen comes to life showing a new email has been received. You reach for it, easily able to unlock the phone with a simple flick of your thumb.

Good evening Ms. Kang,

Please look over the files I have sent you for tomorrow’s meeting. It is crucial our investors are impressed with the pitch of topics we have planned in order for us to receive bonus funding. You are also in charge of meeting minutes. Get a good night’s rest and I’ll see you in the morning.

Regards,

Kwon Eunbi, IZ*ONE Company Senior Chief of Marketing

You let out a deep sigh. The company you are working for had some major projects lined up, it really was crucial that the investors be impressed with the fiscal year sales pitch. For the past month, you and your coworkers have been pulling almost 12 hour shifts all 5 business days. Everyone in your department was determined to make it a success, but morale was slowly dwindling from the ridiculous workload and high expectations set by Chief Kwon.

"Who is it, babe?” your coworker Kang Hyewon asks you as she releases your saliva covered cock from her mouth with a loud pop. Your eyes momentarily break away from the phone, seeing her stroke you with her delicate hand while sticking her tongue out to give your balls quick, repeated licks. Her tongue running along your scrotum tickled, you had to compose yourself before answering.

“Boss wants you to go over the materials for tomorrow’s big meeting. She says you’re in charge of meeting minutes too”

Hyewon plants more wet kisses on your balls, a thin string of saliva connecting them both whenever she pulled away. She giggles at the sight, slicing through it with her finger before continuing on with her task. Her nose brushes along the base of your shaft while doing so.

“Tell that busty vixen I’m too busy sucking your dick to read her stupid proposals right now” Hyewon finally replies as she strokes your cock. You end up replying to your boss with her phone by using one of the automated responses. Hyewon opens her mouth again once more and engulfs your shaft. You groan, spreading your legs and running your hands through her freshly dyed chestnut hair. Her saliva dripped down onto your silk bedsheets, staining the fresh set you had placed this morning.

Kang Hyewon and you started at the company pretty much at the same time. The application process was fierce: 96 applicants applied for 2 open positions. The two vacant spots were for a 13 member marketing division.  When you both first started, others around you referred to you both as the awkward, quiet new recruits. With time, everyone got to know both of your personalities through company retreats and other personal gatherings. Hyewon became your drinking and karaoke partner, through the combination of sheer dumb luck and your other coworkers pairing off before you had a chance to ask anyone else.

Nowadays, you and Hyewon were no longer rookies. Two years have passed since then. The past few projects have proven to be successful with the general public. The higher ups in corporate are hoping tomorrow’s investor meeting further propels the momentum your division earned and establishes the company as one of the most profitable in Seoul.

Your professional working relationship soon changed one random weeknight last year. Everyone else on your floor had gone home for the night, leaving only you and Hyewon. The cleaning lady was running the vacuum through the carpet, politely asking if you two could leave for a little bit and that it shouldn’t take long. Frustrated and not wanting to be at work any longer, Hyewon goes to you and says it would be best to call it a night. You agree, tiring yourself out only for the workload to increase in the morning wouldn’t produce good results. After wishing the cleaning lady a goodnight, you both get into your car and head to a destination Hyewon inputs in the car’s navigation system. Arriving at the restaurant was the last thing you remember: a blur of grilled meat, soju bombs and clothes flashes through your head until you are woken up by the sun’s rays burning your face, signaling morning has come.

You rub your eyes, wiping off the crust that has built up and place your hand on your head. It was still pounding from the large amounts of alcohol you consumed. You gather what little excuse of strength you have left, only to find yourself being pulled back down. Uncovering your blanket, you discover Hyewon's naked body cuddling you.

"Hyewon, wake up" you say, shaking her shoulder.

"Mmm, it's so early. Let's sleep in babe, it's the weekend" she replies, nuzzling her face on your chest.

Hyewon's eyes immediately open after she realizes what she just said. She screams, covering up her body with the blanket.

And so began your physical relationship with Hyewon. At first it was purely physical, no emotions - just sex. Over time however, something changed between you two. Hyewon would spend the night more and you'd wake up to the delightful smells of her cooking breakfast in her panties and your dress shirts. The two of you would take turns alternating which person's house to stay at. You would also carpool to the company together, with mainly you driving as Hyewon loathed it. This raised a bit of suspicion and gossip from coworkers on your floor as well as the various other departments, but it was honestly more curiosity than being nosy. Hyewon would sneak in kisses with you whenever she could, mainly in the staircases or employee outdoor relaxation area. While you were both strictly professional in the workplace, Hyewon would occasionally have a slip of the tongue and call you babe or oppa when trying to get your attention for something. She would look around to see if anyone noticed, but thankfully everyone would be focused on their work. You would give each other finger hearts discreetly. Sometimes, Hyewon would ask you to look over a file she was about to hand to Chief Kwon. Upon opening it, you find she has placed various colored sticky notes telling you where to meet her. Most of these brief rendezvous would consist of making out or Hyewon satisfying her cravings for your dick.

"Babe, you know I can't say that. Plus that she devil already hates me enough as it is" you reply after the automated message is sent. After closing the email app you smile, seeing Hyewon's home screen background: an adorable selfie of the two of you during an outing to see the cherry blossoms bloom. You were grinning holding the phone while Hyewon kisses you on the cheek.

Hyewon licked your shaft from base to tip, impatient you weren't giving her all of your attention. How she was sucking your tip was different than usual: she usually took her time to lick, suck and lather you with passion but it seemed like she wanted to blow off some steam tonight. You didn't mind, it was a nice change of pace from the usual good girl act she put on at work. Trying to ease her irritation, you grab onto her left cheek and pull it softly.

"Please keep sucking, Hyewon" She giggles at your request and nods.

"I'm telling you, that bitch needs to get some dick. Then she won't be so shrill and high maintenance all the time" She says, kissing your tip with such passion before engulfing you in her mouth once more.

Hyewon was a different person in the bedroom. Sometimes, it felt like she had an insatiable libido. During your first few intimate encounters, she wanted to do it anywhere and everywhere. She would completely drain you. She loved talking dirty and was sassy whenever you brought up work conversations that include other females while she was pleasuring you. A rough pounding was usually all it took for her to forget why she would be annoyed at you.

Seeing that you returned her phone on the nightstand, Hyewon let out a very cute squeal of excitement before spitting on your cock. She generously applied it all over, licking up your precum leaking from your slit. You couldn't contain your moans, the loud volume of it being heard from how good she was making you feel.

"That feels so good" you groaned, both hands gripping Hyewon's head. You let her still be in control, as her tongue made waves on your frenulum. Hyewon's technique and talent for giving head became refined over time. She knew the exact anatomy of your penis, where to suck and lick to get the most pleasure drawn out of you. Hyewon has made you blow your load quickly several times before, but usually relished in the fact that she had full control over you whenever she wanted to tease.

Tonight was definitely one of those nights she wanted you to burst quickly. Probably to prepare you for the rest of the evening. Hyewon loved playing with your tip just as much as she loved deepthroating. It wasn't out of the norm for her to spend long periods of time licking every square inch, she would ask her nail lady to give her a few more inches on her nails so she could scratch your tip and balls to tease you.

"You're not as loud as usual" Hyewon states, releasing you from her mouth with another sexy pop. She gives several long lips along your shaft.

"Sorry Hyewon, I'm just really nervous about tomorrow. Chief Kwon will never let us hear the end of it if things go wrong"

"Awh babe. Don't worry, I'll take extra good care of you" Hyewon's encouraging words betray her naughty actions as she strokes you in an aggressive jackhammer like motion with her hand. Loud squelchy sounds accompanied the action, it always sounded so satisfying to you. "You feel so hard in my hand, but even better inside me”

Hyewon strokes your throbbing shaft several more times before getting up and spreading her legs, holding onto your cock as she aligns it with her lips. You both groan as your tip enters her. Inch by inch enters her agonizingly slow until she is fully impaled on you. No matter how many times you’ve entered her, Hyewon was always painfully tight.

"We have the whole night ahead of us. I'm gonna ride this dick until you empty everything inside me. I won’t be satisfied if I don’t feel sore tomorrow”

The dreaded morning has arrived. You wake up before the alarms, gently removing Hyewon's arm from your body as you got out of bed and went to the balcony. You breathe in the fine dust and sigh, another stressful day awaited you. Turning down Hyewon's invitation to go another round in the shower, you sip on a freshly brewed cup of coffee, scrolling through your phone looking at the day's news.

"What're you looking at?" You turn your head slightly to see Hyewon looking at your phone. Her body was wrapped neatly by a towel, showing off the slightest hint of cleavage. She used another towel to dry off her hair. It took everything in you not to fuck her.

"Just the most beautiful woman in the world" you reply, smiling sweetly at her.

"Ugh, stop babe. You're lucky I like you" she pretends to vomit, giving you a quick kiss on the lips before pushing your face away.

After the early morning rush hour bumper to bumper traffic that also had Hyewon yelling at various drivers loudly even though the windows weren't open, you two finally arrive at the company. The two of you scan your ID tags before approaching the elevator. Hyewon wore a very professional outfit today - different from her usual short skirts and body hugging barely buttoned tops that she preferred. Though she did in fact end up wearing a tight fitting top, she complimented it with a matching pair of red colored slacks and blazer, ending the outfit with white heels. Hyewon twirled her neatly brushed let down chestnut brown hair with her finger as she began telling you an embarrassing story of how she used her friend's iPad as a tablemat for a meal. The elevator finally dings, signaling it has now reached the lobby from whatever floor it was previously at. Upon entering, you find that you had the lift all to yourselves. Pressing the button for the 12th floor, Hyewon tiptoes and gives you a quick kiss as the elevator doors begin to close.

"Wait! Please wait!"

The voice causes you two to break the kiss as you pressed the door open button. A hand squirms its way through similar to a zombie film, startling Hyewon slightly. As the door opens you both see who it belongs to.

“Ms. Kang, Oppa. Ohayo" the woman says in a very obvious Japanese accent.

Miyawaki Sakura, the social butterfly of your department. She was one of three members who were reassigned from the Japanese branch. Hailing from the Kagoshima prefecture, she was instantly popular among the various departments in the company. While most of the initial talk was about how attractive she is, many found her even more appealing since she was an avid gamer. After having a short bob haircut for the longest time, Sakura finally let her hair grow out. As if she needed a reason to be even more beautiful.

You both bow to her.

"I take it you spent the night at oppa's, Ms. Kang?” She asks Hyewon.

"How did you know?" She replies, flustered.

“Well, you have the same tie and bag from yesterday" Sakura says, her eyes looking down at Hyewon's designer handbag.

Sakura was the only person who knew of your relationship with Hyewon after finding out by accident. Hyewon dragged you into what she thought was an empty restroom, not knowing Sakura was in the stall next to yours. After hearing everything you two did, you were greeted by her mischievous grin the moment you opened the stall door. She promised to keep it a secret, granted you send her a video of yourselves for her... research as she called it.

“Oppa, I’m sure you didn’t forget my request?” Sakura cheekily says to you.

“Yes, Sakura. Hyewon and I recorded last night’s session… I still find it weird you want to watch a video of us having sex” you sigh, shaking your head at her.

“It’s two good looking people fucking, what’s not to like?”

Answering your prayers the elevator finally dings, indicating you have finally reached the 12th floor. The three of you get out and enter the main conference room. You’ve grown to hate this place having spent more time here than in your actual home. The bright sunlight from the room’s full sized windows shine through, eliminating the need for the overhead lights to be on.

“Oppa!”

You look around to see the owner of the voice and find Ahn Yujin waving her hand frantically to get your attention. She is one of the youngest members of the department joining at least a year before you and Hyewon. You considered her as a little sister, getting her snacks and drinks to cheer her up or listening whenever she needed to vent. Yujin was extremely positive and energetic, you realized you never saw her without a smile on her face.

“Goodmorning, Yujin. Ready for today’s meeting?” You ask her as she hands you, Sakura and Hyewon each a cup of coffee.

“Of course! We’re gonna crush it” She replies, raising a fist to show she is determined before asking you for a fist bump. You take the open seat next to her while Hyewon and Sakura sit across from you both.

Most people in other departments were jealous that you were the only male in an all female department. Most of them asked if you slept with anyone, even before your unofficial relationship with Hyewon. What they don’t realize is how boring it is to not have another male to talk to. Yes, you do work with attractive women but once they get together and have their girl talk you sit there, unable to follow along.

The door opens once more and two extremely tall men enter the room along with a smaller statured woman. Chief Kwon has finally entered with the investors. Everyone else in the room stands up and bows. Once the men take their places, Chief Kwon sits at the front seat, you and Hyewon on either side of her.

“Let’s get this meeting started, shall we?” Chief Kwon was pure business from the very beginning. Her outfit was similar to what Hyewon would usually wear: a skirt that was a bit too short you thought for the chief of marketing, a black blazer that seemed one size over and a simple tucked in white blouse with black accents. Her hair was tied into a lazily made ponytail. As she leaned over to read the notes on her clipboard, you noticed her breasts were firmly resting on the table. The lanyard of her ID was being pushed forward because of this. Both men and women talked about her body: The men being usual perverts who talked about her tits or ass and how they wanted to sleep with her, the women more so the same but out of envy since many believed it was unreal how Chief Kwon was very fit yet it seemed like no bra could contain her chest.

“Ever since Director Ahn Joonyoung’s rigging scandal to overcharge consumers on the products we sell, our company took a very large hit financially. However, we have been able to win back the general public through community outreach and environmentally friend PSA’s. So far, responses have been good. But we have to do more if we want to secure IZ*ONE’s status as a top company”

As you stare at her chest and wonder how genetics were able to create such a wonderful specimen, Chief Kwon’s next words immediately grab your attention.

“Ms. Kang, why don’t you and your partner explain to everyone what you and your team have come up with” She says sternly.

You and Hyewon slowly stand up, Chief Kwon’s eyes never breaking contact with yours as you both nervously reach the front of the screen. With deep breaths, you click the pointer and begin the presentation.

“As Chief Kwon has mentioned, the company took a major hit when it was revealed to the public that Director Ahn had overcharged consumers and possessed a hidden slush fund he planned on using when moving over to Dreamcatcher Company” you begin. “Our stocks nosedived and we were in the red for several months. But once more information was released, the general response was supportive and empathetic about our situation”

“Ms. Miyawaki’s proposals about community outreach and informative PSA videos were essential in turning public perception around. Although the company was losing a lot of money, donating our time to help the less fortunate and raising awareness to certain topics made us appear more human to consumers” Hyewon continues.

“It’s safe to say we should continue with community service and the PSA videos. They’ve proven to be effective and by continuing it, we won’t been seen as having done it just to earn sympathy. Which brings us to our the future of IZ*ONE company”

Throughout the meeting, Chief Kwon’s expression remains the same: blank. She taps her pen on the clipboard, seemingly unimpressed with whatever you and Hyewon were saying. The investors on the other hand, gave you both their undivided attention. They occasionally whisper to one other during the presentation.

The presentation finally ends after what feels like a year. Upon reaching the end, everyone claps at you and Hyewon. Everyone, except Chief Kwon. She was the first to leave the room immediately after the presentation ends. You and Hyewon give each other a warm smile, relief washing over the two of you. After the two of you exchange pleasantries with the investors, you see Sakura and Yujin approaching.

“Unnie, oppa that was amazing! The investors were so impressed with you two!” Yujin beams.

“Goodjob, oppa” Sakura says as she fist bumps you. “As expected of the department couple"

Hyewon hits Sakura on the shoulder playfully, blushing slightly.

"Why don't the four of us get lunch? I want to try the new cafe that opened up" Yujin jumps up and down in excitement.

As everyone files out of the room for lunch, you softly grab onto Hyewon's wrist.

"Why don't you guys go ahead? I need to talk to Ms. Kang about something, alone" you say.

"Oh I get it... a "personal" talk. Have fun, you two" Sakura says as she winks at you both. "Make sure you don't pull out" she whispers in your ear. Your body shivers at her words.

"What are they going to talk about?" Yujin curiously asks as Sakura links arms with her and they leave the room.

Now only you and Hyewon remained. She approaches the closed door and locks it.

"Babe, we have to be quick. The room's going to be used again in an hour" Hyewon says as she approaches you, unbuttoning her blouse.

"Stop, Hyewon. That wasn't a code for sex, I really do want to talk to you alone" you reply, removing her hands from your chest.

Ms. Kang, your hair is so pretty today

"Oh... What did you say? You have my attention" Hyewon's tone reflects the mood in the room, serious. She grabs your hand and you both sit where she and Sakura were during the meeting.

"There's something that's been on my mind for awhile now. What exactly are we? Are we dating or not? Am I your boyfriend?" You manage to say, nervousness heard in your voice.

"So many questions at once. Why the sudden interest though? You've never brought it up before" she says as she takes your hand in hers.

"What we have going is great. It's just... I need to know. Where you and I stand, what exactly is all this. I can't let this continue until we address things. What am I to you?"

"Babe" Hyewon replies, rubbing your hand gently with her thumb. "I'll admit, after the first time we slept together I wanted to keep things casual. We'd be each other's booty call and nothing more. After a few months though, I began to miss you. Whenever I came home from work, I realized I had no one to go home to. You were always so sweet whenever you stayed over, cleaning the apartment or taking care of me even though we were both so tired from work. Usually, you and I would have sex and then one of us would leave the other's place after it was over. But that one time I told you I was too tired to go home, I was lying. I wanted to cuddle with you and experience how it feels to spend time with the person you love"

Hyewon places her other hand on yours before continuing. "Luckily that week I would be spending four days at your place. Since we hadn't started carpooling together, I was able to have overnight bags in the trunk. I kinda didn't ask for your permission if I could leave things in your house. Sorry about that by the way. Anyways, after awhile I had enough stuff in your house that it felt like we were living together. You got used to me staying over and cooking you breakfast. I know I'm not the greatest cook, but I'm thankful you pretended to like it for me. That time I got to spend the whole week at your place was amazing. Even if several of the days consisted of us being lazy and spending the entire day in bed, I felt truly in love. What I'm trying to say is, I never really brought up asking if we were official because to me, we are. You've always been my boyfriend. My drooling, stinky butt boyfriend. I love you" Hyewon poured her heart out. You were unable to say anything, choosing instead to pull her into a hug.

"I love you too my 4D princess"

Hyewon hits your shoulder softly as she tiptoes to give you a kiss. You lean down and smile at her, puffing her cheeks together as she pouts. You both laugh as you exit the conference room.

"Hopefully the others are still having lunch. I'm starving" Hyewon says as you two are approaching the elevator.

"Oppa! Unnie! There you guys are!" You feel a tap on your shoulder as you see a young girl smiling when you both turn around.

"Hi, Wonyoung. You're back from lunch so early! What's up?" You reply.

"Chief Kwon said she wants to see you in her office"

"Did she say why?" You asked.

"Nope. You know how she is, she just asked me where you were and that she wants you to report to her office as soon as possible"

You sigh heavily, rubbing the back of your head.

"Have a good lunch with the girls. Tell them something came up when they ask where I am" you say to Hyewon.

She nods, squeezing your hand as the elevator doors open. "Be careful" she says, nodding to you and Wonyoung before the doors close. You give her a somewhat reassuring smile to calm her nerves. The last thing she sees is Wonyoung asking you how the both of you are doing.

You knock timidly on the large black doors.

“Come in”

Chief Kwon’s office was large enough that a person would be able to live in it. As you approach the black couches near the door, you see her hard at work, reviewing a stack of files on her desk. Her office was very minimalistic, with only the most essential office items and her various awards hanging on the walls. Her table proved to be an even better support for her breasts, the image of them still in your mind from this morning’s meeting.

“Do you know why I called you in here?”

“N-no, boss. I’m afraid I don’t”

“You see, it’s time for our annual mid year evaluation. To see if the work you do facilitates the need to implement increases in pay grades” Chief Kwon says. “And I plan on doing a thorough evaluation on you”

“I’m sorry?”

“Have a girlfriend? Wife?”

“I don’t think that’s an appropriate question to ask me at work, boss” you reply.

“Kim Minji. 26 years old. Born in Daejeon. Current President of Dreamcatcher Company” Chief Kwon says as she brings her clipboard and begins reading off it. She sits on the sofa across you and continues.

“Son Seungwan. Also 26 years old. Director of SM Entertainment’s Red Velvet Division. An old flame of yours from your days in Canada, first girlfriend I’m assuming? After graduating college and returning to Korea you would eventually date one of her company’s singers”

“That being Miss Kim Yerim.  21 years old. Seoul born. You both gradually became distant due to work. Your nickname for her was Squirtle. Most people believed it was because her face is cute and she resembled the Pokemon, but the main reason was she was quite the squirter in the bedroom. More of an open relationship this time, you would have brief sexual encounters with Bae Joohyun and Kim Hyunyi”

What kind of background check is this thorough? Chief Kwon is insane!

“Shin Jiwon. 24 years old. Born in Bundanggu, Seongnam. I must say, it’s impressive how you manage to upgrade girlfriends each time. That is some body she has on her. I’ll make a note of it to reach out to her company and see if she’d be interested in being the model for our lingerie line”

“Ma’am is there a reason why you just recited my entire dating history out loud? Better yet, how do you know about some of those things?”

“Last but not least, Kang Hyewon. 21 years old. Born in Yangsan. IZ*ONE Company Marketing Team Leader and your current girlfriend” Chief Kwon says, her face mere inches from yours. Your face has begun to turn red from the close proximity.

“Do you want to know why you’re the only male in this department? It’s because I made it that way. When going through the list of potential employees, yours was approved by the entire selection committee. But ultimately, I have final say. So, I did some research on you. And the results were astounding”

“It’s not surprising that you and that slut Kang Hyewon got together. Again, I was behind everything. I hired you two together. During our team dinners and company outings, I made sure to pair off everyone so you two would have no choice but to be partners. Who ended up having to do the most work and be the last two to leave work? That’s right, you and Hyewon”

“You are crazy”

“What?” She replies, briefly caught off guard.

“I said you are crazy. There is no way anyone can be that much of a psycho to pull off something like that. For everything to happen in that specific list of sequences…”

“Trust me, it’s real. And I’m not just talking about my breasts. Speaking of which, I see you ogling over them and my ass whenever I walk by your desk. I bet you’ve thought about what it would be like to fuck me. Sorry to say, I’m not an easy girl like Hyewon is” she says, blowing a gentle puff of air into your face.

Turning around with loud clicks of her heels, Chief Kwon slowly removes her blazer. Her blouse did a poor job of hiding the outline of her bra. She turns around once more and looks at you, a mischievous smirk on her face as she gently begins to unbutton her shirt.

“I bet you’ve fantasized about how my big, soft tits would feel in your hand. Or putting your hard cock in between them” Her voice oozing seduction with every word. You were getting turned on at the sight of each button being undone.

"How-how did you find out about Hyewon and I?" You ask, your erection beginning to grow from the sight of Chief Kwon teasing you.

"Chaeyeon saw you two having sex in the conference room. You really should lock the door before doing such inappropriate acts in the workplace" she replies, going to her own door and locking it. "Like so"

“Chief Kwon…”

“Shh” Chief Kwon puts her index finger on your lips. She kicks off her heels and straddles your lap.

“When we are alone you will either address me as Eunbi or mommy. Understood?” Her breaths began getting heavier.

“Yes, I understand”

“Yes what?”

Yes, I understand. Mommy”

“That’s a good boy. Now be a dear and help mommy remove this blouse”

You oblige, nervously grabbing onto the her blouse and removing it from her skirt. Eunbi had already removed the first two buttons, giving you a view of her perfect cleavage. You were salivating at the thought of tasting her breasts. Her purple silk bra was not enough to contain them, practically spilling out. While unbuttoning the third button, your hand gently brushes against her breast. She giggles while you look away in embarrassment. All it took was Eunbi sitting on your lap to make you forget you were mad at her for her very personal background check on you. You eventually managed to unbutton her blouse, Eunbi forming a T pose with her arms as you remove the blouse. She grabs it from you and tosses it to another side of the room.

“Holy shit” you exclaim as her breasts are now in full view. They were even bigger now that her blouse was off.

“Like what you see, baby?” Eunbi asks.

“Yes mommy, they’re wonderful” you reply, instantly fondling her right breast. She moans in response. You begin to plant a trail of soft pecks down to her collarbone.

“I know what you’re thinking. I just told you I’m not easy like Hyewon is. But the truth is, I love dick. My last boyfriend called me a sex freak from how often I wanted to do it. You may have heard of him, he’s the younger brother of Lia from Itzy. I planned on sleeping with you first, but that whore Hyewon beat me”

You wrapped your arms around Eunbi until you are able to unhook her bra. In one swift motion, her breasts are finally exposed. You resume your kisses from her collarbone, doing your best to make sure every square inch of her chest was kissed.

Eunbi removes your shirt and tie, licking her lips at the sight of your now exposed chest. She reaches down and slowly unbuckles your belt, taking it off before removing the button and zipper on your slacks. You kick your shoes off, doing the impossible task of removing your socks with just your feet. Eunbi hovers above you slightly to lower your slacks to your ankles. She was now sitting on your thighs, grabbing onto your boxers and reaching inside.

“Tell me, baby. What have you thought about doing to my body?” Eunbi asks, gliding her thumb across your cheek while her other hand begins to stroke you. “Choose your words carefully”

You never were good at expressing yourself. All the women you’ve been with were the ones to express their feelings for you first. And almost all of them involved alcohol induced one night stands that developed into a relationship.

“I thought about spending days in bed with you having slow, passionate sex” you reply, sticking a finger inside her already wet crotch. Eunbi moans once again, squatting temporarily so that she could remove your boxers and slacks before removing the last remaining article of clothing on either of your bodies: her panties.

You lay down fully on the couch as Eunbi’s body is on top of yours. She cups your face, her warm delicate hands giving you a sense of relief. Her gentle breaths cause a tickling sensation on your lips, the aroma of cool mint lingering in the air. She grabs onto her ponytail and removes the scrunchie holding onto it, her voluminous hair covering you both as she silently pushed her body against yours, grinding both of your crotches together.

“Have you and Hyewon… been using protection?”

“No” you reply. “Hyewon hates condoms and I prefer to have raw sex anyways”

Eunbi’s mouth quivers as she wants to moan again, feeling your erection on her butt. She licks her lips before speaking again.

“Good. I hate condoms too, if I’m going to get fucked, I want to feel all of it in me. Bonus points if we get to cum simultaneously”

“So you just want a boy toy?” You asked, lightly brushing your lips against hers.

“It looks that way doesn’t it? I do want a boyfriend, but with how the company’s been lately, there’s not enough time to be dating. Casual sex makes things easier”

Eunbi brings you in for another light kiss, using this to her advantage to switch your positions so that you were now on top of her. She wraps her legs around your hips, pulling you closer to her.

“Is Hyewon prettier than I am?” She whispers quietly.

“You’re the prettiest, Mommy” You say into her ear.

“Ah~” she weakly says as you kiss her a bit harder this time, gently sucking on her neck.

“She’s so lucky… getting to feel these big, heavy balls unload inside her constantly” Eunbi’s hand made her way down, cupping your sack as you tease her.

You both look at each other face-to-face, her eyes carrying all of the emotions she has been harboring. She wrapped you around her body, you were powerless but at the same time embraced by her warmth. Perhaps it was because she was a bit more emotional than Hyewon. Eunbi’s body was on par with Jiwon’s as both were in the top two of sexual partner’s you’ve seen naked.

While she was patiently waiting for you to answer, you chose to instead smile at her. You kissed her slowly, sensually. Your tongues brushed against each other as she resumed grinding both of you together.

“Now, it’s mommy’s turn” you said, pressing your forehead against hers as your breaths started to become more shallow. You slowly began to run your fingers from her chest down to her stomach.

Eunbi moaned softly as your hand went down further and inserted a finger inside her. “Are you just going to tease mommy?” She asks in a serious tone.

“No” you reply, planting a kiss on her lips. “If you really want to do this, I’ll help you”

“Baby…”

“Hmm?”

“You’re crazy… wanting to fuck your boss in the workplace”

“It’s not like I haven’t had sex in the workplace before. Plus who wouldn’t, with a body like yours” you said, fixing a strand of her that fell over her beautiful face before kissing her again.

Eunbi deepened the kiss, soft little moans could be heard escaping her mouth as she placed her hand on top of yours which was at her core. She held onto another finger and inserted it.

“Mommy is so wet” you said after briefly disconnecting your mouths from each other.

“You made me this way. Do you know how wet I got reviewing the footage of you fucking that slut?” She said while breathing heavily. “I was so turned on, imagining it was me in that position instead of her”

You used your fingers and gave several, short shallow strokes as you spread her wetness in a circular motion. Her body reacted by slightly arching upwards. You smile at her, pecking her lips and continuing to move your fingers back and forth.

“Are you sure you won’t regret this?” You asked her.

“I could never. Mommy gets what mommy wants, and right now mommy wants you to fuck her” she replied as her walls began sucking your fingers in. You continued to finger her slowly, rubbing the bottom of her clit with your palm. Eunbi moaned louder as she managed to find your cock and began to stroke it.

“You’re so hard for mommy” she says, squirming as your fingers moved in and out repeatedly. Eunbi was beginning to struggle to keep her eyes open.

“There’s one thing I do regret though” you say to her.

“What is it?” She asked, rubbing her thumb along your tip.

“W-what do you regret, baby?” She pleaded as you finally remove your fingers from inside her. The cool air from the air conditioner hitting the surface of your skin which was now coated with her juices.

“I get turned on when a woman takes control” you whispered, putting your fingers into your mouth.

Eunbi moaned quietly, immediately grabbing hold of your body and turning you around, pushing you roughly into the couch. You were briefly surprised by her abruptness, but even more turned on knowing what was about to happen. Her lips collided with yours violently, sucking on almost every part of your mouth. Her gaze changed, she looked like a rabid predator feasting its eyes on their prey. You thought she was about to rip you apart with how focused she was.

Her body hovered above yours as she was still on top of you, her thighs cradling the sides of your hips. You were trapped in her spell, and Eunbi knew this. The sweet smell of her strawberry lotion was causing you to go crazy. Her stare was dangerously seductive, piercing your soul with invisible daggers.

“This will feel good… for both of us” she said. Your hands make their way down to her hips, sliding underneath her as you squeeze her butt, causing her to yelp.

Eunbi stroked your cock several more times before lining it up with her pussy. She slowly lowers herself, slipping your cock inside her. She moaned heavily, as she sunk herself gradually deeper.

“Fuck…” you both say.

“That feels so good, mommy” you said once your cock is fully inside Eunbi.

“Ahh… it feels so good baby”

Her warm walls squeezed you tightly as she held onto your chest, slowly rocking her body back and forth.

“Your pussy feels amazing, mommy” you said, watching as her breasts bounced hypnotically, jiggling each time she went down your shaft.

“Do you like them?” She moaned, closing her eyes. “Do you like watching my tits bounce as I ride you?”

“I love them, I want to play with them everyday”

“Babe!” She giggled, hitting your chest softly. “If you fuck me every night, they’re all yours” she said, swallowing hard.

You were quite happy having Hyewon as your girlfriend, but the thought of being able to fuck Eunbi everyday turned you on even more. You began to fuck Eunbi harder, thrusting upward. She screamed loudly, spreading her legs wider as you tried your best to go inside her as deep as you could go.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder, baby!” She cried repeatedly.

You grabbed her hands and removed them from your chest, intertwining her fingers with yours as you returned control of her riding you.

“You feel so much tighter than Hyewon, mommy”

Eunbi removes her hands from yours as she places them back on your chest, fucking you faster than before, moaning incoherent words.

“Oops” you were trying to tease her, but Eunbi impaling herself on your cock was proving to be too much. “Is mommy upset I mentioned Hyewon’s name?”

She ignores you as the sounds of your pelvis hitting her ass filled up the room. It was strangely satisfying, her loud moans mixed with the all too familiar squelching sounds of intercourse.

“You’re riding me so rough, mommy. Is that all I have to do to turn you on? Mention my own girlfriend’s name?”

“Shut up” she said, slapping your face.

"Oh my god-"

You roughly held onto her hips, embracing the feeling of being inside her. She dipped her head back, anticipating what was next.

Just then the phone on Eunbi's desk rings, causing both of you to stop and look at it. You pout at her as she giggles, pecking you on the lips before getting off. You both moan, immediately missing the feeling of being inside her.

She composed herself, regulating her breathing before answering.

"Yes?"

"Boss, Ms. Kang has just returned from her lunch. Should I send her in?"

“Right away, please” Eunbi replies, still a bit out of breath.

She removes her finger from the buzzer and looks back at you with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

“Hyewon’s coming here? I have to leave!” You exclaim, quickly getting up and looking for your scattered clothes on the ground.

“You’re not going anywhere. I still haven’t made you cum” Eunbi growls, her voice laced with anger.

“But boss-“

A slap across the face is what greets you. “I told you to call me mommy when we are alone”

Eunbi kneels down and you tilt your head back as you feel her lips wrapping themselves around your cock. She moaned as she took all of you in her mouth.

“M-mommy, please” you groaned. “That feels so good… so, so good…”

She continued sucking your cock furiously, gripping onto your thighs for support while her tongue was twirling around your shaft. You could feel yourself reaching your limit. The orgasm was building inside you, ready to explode at any moment.

“I’m going to cum soon, mommy” you say to her, running your fingers delicately through her hair.

“Cum in my mouth” was all she says to you.

“It’s c-coming. I can’t hold it” you moaned loudly as she jerked you off roughly while wrapping her lips once more onto your cock.

You both fail to hear the door being opened.

“You wanted to see me, boss-“

Your vision went blurry. All you could see and feel was Eunbi sucking the cum out of you as you exploded into her mouth with long pulses, each sending an indescribable sensation that could be felt from your head to your toes.

“Oh my god…” you weakly blurt out, feeling like Eunbi just took your life force.

You held onto her head, bobbing it several more times. She opened her mouth and showed your creamy white present for her. With a twinkle in her eyes, she tilted her head upwards slightly and swallowed it all in two gulps, opening her mouth up once more to show you nothing was left. She licked up every possible remaining drop.

“That was hot, right?” She asked you as she stroked your cock several more times. “I told you casual sex makes everything easier”

“Oppa?”

You froze, knowing all too well whose voice it belonged to. Timidly, you turn around and find Hyewon looking at you both in shock.

“Hi love, I was just taking your dear boyfriend here out for a test run” Eunbi says to her with a warm smile. You don’t know how she could be so brazen after what you two just did.

“Is this true oppa?” Hyewon’s words making you feel guilty about what you have just done.

“Hyewon, I-“

“Unnie, you promised you’d stay away from him! This isn’t the first time you’ve taken a man away from me”

Not the first time? You wonder.

“Oh please, that manwhore you used to date just wanted to get his dick wet. He didn’t even fuck good” Eunbi replies.

“How was she, oppa?” Hyewon asks.

“What?”

“How was Eunbi unnie? Was she better than I am?”

Both pairs of eyes are now looking at you.

“Well, there’s only one way to settle this” Eunbi chimes in. “Both of us are going to have sex with him”

“What?” “Unnie!”

“What? One of the conditions you requested was there be a man in our department. I hired one and did everything in my power to make sure you two would end up together. Although I wanted to sleep with him first…” Eunbi trails off.

“Is this true, babe? You want us to have a threesome with our boss?” You asked Hyewon, her face turning a strawberry shade of red as she hides behind your naked body.

“Your girlfriend is not as innocent as she looks…”

You kiss Hyewon softly on the lips, the sweet taste of cake still lingering on her skin.

“Wait, why are you kissing her?” Eunbi pulls you away from Hyewon, smacking her butt while doing so.

“I can’t kiss my girlfriend?”

“She was my girlfriend before you” Eunbi replies as she strips off all of Hyewon’s clothing, leaving her in only a matching set of black bra and panties. She reaches inside Hyewon’s panties and gently rubs her clit, causing her to moan immediately. “See how wet she is for me?”

Hyewon shook her head at you. “Baby… I’m not…”

“Tsk, tsk. You know better than to lie to your sweet boyfriend. I’m going to prove to him how much of a slut you are…” she replied, kissing Hyewon sweetly from her neck to her shoulder.

“I-I’m not… ahh”

“You keep saying you aren’t and yet here you are, dripping wet. Slut”

“S-stop, please. I really like him unnie”

Eunbi smirks at you and lets go of her hold on Hyewon, pushing her back to you.

“Wonyoung, please clear my schedule for the whole day. A client of ours wants to discuss something important and it seems like it’ll take up a lot of my time” Eunbi says.

“Yes, boss”

Eunbi looks up and smiles, seeing you and Hyewon crash your lips into each other. Hyewon was grabbing onto your face fiercely, pulling you into her as if she was trying to suck your soul away.

“I love you, babe. I love you so, so much, you know that right?” She whimpers weakly to you.

“Are you two going to keep sucking faces or are we going to fuck?” Eunbi says in a slightly annoyed tone.

“Let’s show her how good you fuck me” Hyewon says, pecking you on the lips once more.

You go back to the couch and lay down. Eunbi helps Hyewon remove her bra and panties before they go to the couch and pounce on you.

Eunbi’s lips reconnect with yours. The ever so subtle taste of mint was still in her mouth, even after swallowing your cum. Her lips were less plump than Hyewon’s. The pink lip gloss she had freshly applied before the meeting was now on your cock, though you had to admit you enjoyed her thinner, slightly firmer lips. You had lusted after your boss for so long and now here she was, seemingly throwing herself at you.

Hyewon on the other hand, snuck underneath you both and was now between your legs. “Babe, you’re so fucking hard… You’re so hard for Eunbi unnie”

“N-no, I’m hard for you” you said, breaking free from Eunbi’s lips momentarily.

Hyewon smiled and slowly started to stroke you.

“It’s okay honey, you don’t have to lie. I would be hard for unnie too. Look at her body”

“Are you not going to touch mommy? Hyewon has you everyday, you can touch her whenever you want” Eunbi said, a hint of desperation and jealousy in her voice.

“Ugh, you’re doing the whole mommy thing again? Unnie, not every guy has a mommy kink” Hyewon said as she spit on your cock.

“Kwon Eunbi is my mommy”

Both of them stop what they are doing and stare at you. Eunbi was very pleased to hear this, while Hyewon was continuing to stroke you with a confused look on her face.

“Well then let me show you how your mommy likes to be touched” Hyewon gets up and tilts Eunbi’s head capturing her lips from behind. She grabs a handful of her tits, causing Eunbi to moan in Hyewon’s mouth. With her other hand, she gently caresses her back until she reaches Eunbi’s butt and squeezing it.

“Now it’s your turn” Hyewon said, winking at you as she sits on one side of the couch observing the both of you.

Eunbi looked at you with such a seductive gaze, biting her lips at the thought of being touched by you.

“Come on, baby” she said, guiding your hand to her breast. “Show your girlfriend how much you appreciate mommy’s body”

You squeeze both of her breasts, flicking her sensitive nipples before grabbing onto her hips. You part Eunbi’s legs, kissing her inner thighs before carefully making your way towards the center. Eunbi was beginning to leak from how aroused you were making her.

“I’m so wet right now…” she moans, holding onto your hair.

You hold onto her thighs for support as you gently swirl your tongue up and down the creases of her thighs. You finally make your way to her crotch after being satisfied teasing her, pressing your face against it and feeling the warmth of her lips. Eunbi holds onto your hair and pushes you into her pussy roughly. You inhaled her sweet, intoxicating aroma.

“Mommy smells so good” you breathe onto her.

You rub the outline of her pussy with your tongue, feeling the folds of her lips. You pucker your lips over her clit, kissing it sensually.

“Ahh…”

You continue kissing her pussy. Eunbi became needier, gripping onto your hair roughly. “Oh my god, baby…” she opens her legs wider and starts grinding her pussy against your mouth in a circular motion.

“I can’t let unnie have all the fun” Hyewon said, not wanting Eunbi to show her up in front of her own boyfriend.

“Hyewon, his mouth feels so good” Eunbi moaned above you, continuing to rub her pussy lips back and forth. If you were to die right now from eating Eunbi’s pussy, well that would be one of the best ways to go out you thought to yourself.

“Fuck…” you moaned due to your mouth being stuffed.

Your body was starting to go numb, lightheaded from pleasure coursing through your body as you soon realize that while Eunbi was riding your face, Hyewon’s mouth was tugging on your cock below.

“Touch me” Eunbi moaned, grabbing both of your hands and forcing them onto her ridiculously soft breasts.

“And you called me the slut” Hyewon said in a not too loud whisper, jerking you.

“What can I say, we have good taste in men”

“We?”

“Yes, we. He may be your boyfriend but he wouldn’t have been if I didn’t hire him. He deserves to be my boyfriend just as much as yours”

“Holy shit, he feels so good…” Eunbi exclaims as she guides your hands on her breasts. “He really knows how to use his mouth”

You continued to lick and suck her folds, savoring the unique taste of a pussy that wasn’t Hyewon’s. Eunbi squirmed above you, moaning loudly without any real substance. Eventually her body tired out, dropping all of her weight on your face. Her pussy began overflowing in your mouth.

“Mmm… mmm…” she cried, holding onto the sofa for support. You regretfully remove your hands from her tits and place them back onto her waist, slurping up her delicious juices, occasionally blowing cold air into her pussy lips.

“Why does this feel so good” she moaned.

“You’re such a slut, unnie. Suffocating my boyfriend with your used pussy” Hyewon said to her after releasing your saliva covered shaft from her mouth.

“You’re one to talk! I’m not the one who fucked four guys in the restroom”

“I only fucked two of them! The other two came in my mouth when I was giving head”

Eunbi finally removes herself from your face, giving you a rather aggressive kiss as a thank you for pleasing her. She goes next to Hyewon and pulls her in, making Hyewon taste her juices. The two of them then use their tongues as they being sliding up and down your length repeatedly. Both of them giggle while making eye contact with you.

Eunbi and Hyewon formed a tag team, taking turns sucking your cock while the other would suck your balls and vice versa. Them doing so at the same time allowed you to observe the differences: while Eunbi was rough and messy, Hyewon was sensual and soft.

“He would’ve cum by now, especially since it’s now two mouths pleasuring him” Hyewon whined.

“He came in my mouth when you first entered, remember? What can I say, mommy has that effect on people. You should know, you’ve eaten mommy out several times” Eunbi replied. “ Although I will say I’ve never swallowed that much cum before”

Your eyes were closed at this point but you immediately knew who it was when you felt a pair of lips sucking you faster and faster - Eunbi. You reached down and managed to find her head, gripping onto it as you pushed her down. Eunbi loved you ravaging her mouth, gargling on your cock inside her throat while Hyewon was sucking on your balls, gently.

The two of them orally assaulting you was proving to be too much, you could feel yourself ready to burst.

“He’s about to cum” Hyewon said as she released her suction grip on your balls. “You better not swallow this load”

Eunbi’s body was already tense, she began rubbing her clit in excitement. “I can feel my own orgasm too”

Hyewon tries removing Eunbi from your cock but it becomes futile as your orgasm finally arrives. You push Eunbi’s head down as you thrust upwards. This triggers Eunbi’s own orgasm, her love nectar spilling all over the sofa.

“Unnie you selfish whore! You’ve swallowed his cum twice now!”

“And his loads were yummy. Thanks for making mommy feel good, baby” Eunbi says to you as she kisses your cock.

Hyewon sulked and turned around, her back facing you and Eunbi.

“Babe, are you mad?” You asked her.

Hyewon ignored you and sighed deeply, getting up and looking for her clothes. You got up and grabbed onto her wrist gently.

“Babe…”

“Let go of me” she replied, pushing you away from her.

“Awh, is my little kwangbae sad mommy swallowed her boyfriend’s load?” Eunbi teased from behind. “Don’t mind her, baby. She’s always mad whenever she tells you to do something and you don’t listen. I never mind it though, she’s hot when she’s mad”

“Baby, I’m sorry. I heard you say she shouldn’t swallow my load. But her blowjob was so good…”

“So she sucks your dick better than I do?” Hyewon replies.

“What I meant to say was-“

“Calm down you whore. Just because you’re good at fucking doesn’t mean you’re good at everything. That’s now two of your boyfriends who said I give better head”

“Psh, whatever. Just cause your tits can engulf his dick better than mine can”

“Show mommy how your boyfriend likes to get fucked, Kwangbae. I’ll put these big tits to good use and smother him”

Hyewon’s head dipped backwards slightly as Eunbi inserted her fingers into her pussy. “Look at how wet you are for mommy”

“Mommy, ah- please”

Eunbi began sliding her fingers inside rather aggressively as she took Hyewon’s mouth into her own. “You’re pretending to be mad at us and yet you’re practically soaked. Stop being petty that you’re not the best at giving blowjobs. Just cause I can use my mouth better and get your boyfriend off when I suck his cock doesn’t automatically mean I’m a better fuck. Even though I am”

“Ahh… shut up, unnie”

“You whore. Are you wet at me touching you? Or the thought of knowing your boyfriend likes when I suck his dick”

“Baby, make this whore’s ego feel better and fuck her please? Show her just how much of a slut she is while she eats my pussy”

You pull on Hyewon’s folds gently, brushing the surface of it with your tongue across her clit at a slow, agonizing pace. She moans, wanting to push your face into her.

You get up and kneel behind her, doing your best to clear your thoughts as you position yourself. You push the head of your cock in, Hyewon was so drenched that you had no difficulty slipping inside her.

“Babe, your pussy is squeezing my cock so hard” You said, smacking her ass.

“Ahhh!” Hyewon moaned.

You began to pump her deep, her walls painfully continuing their death grip on your cock. Her pussy sucked you in like she was using her mouth instead. You wondered how it was possible to be even tighter than usual. Was it because you were both sharing the experience with someone else? After several thrusts, you got used to her walls and were able to effortlessly move inside, burying your cock inside her warm cavern.

“Oh god…” Eunbi moaned loudly as Hyewon’s face was now buried in her pussy. Eunbi spread her legs apart widely, moaning from Hyewon tongefucking her clit. She grabbed onto the wonderful chestnut brown hair, pushing her face deeper.

You held onto Hyewon’s ass, fondling it for several seconds as you watch it jiggle back and forth with each smack of your hand. Her butt was smaller than Eunbi’s but that didn’t bother you at all. You wanted to taste Eunbi again, but Hyewon’s tight pussy wrapping around your cock was too good to pull out of. Small streams of her juices began to leak out, staining both of your thighs and dripping onto your balls with each thrust. Hyewon continued to stifle out muffled moans as you increased the frequency of each slap on her ass.

“Fuck that slutty pussy, baby” Eunbi yelled. “Show this whore how you felt when mommy rode you”

“Stop talking” you reply to her “You’re both whores who need to be punished”

“Then prove it, baby. Prove to us why we’re whores for your cock. Show us why we don’t need any other man”

You thrust into Hyewon several more times before finally pulling out. Hyewon removes her face from Eunbi’s pussy, looking back at you and pouting. You pay no attention to her and flip Eunbi’s body over. You are now greeted with both women on all fours in front of you.

You take Eunbi’s words of advice and bury your cock inside her. You go on alternating between the two, both women screaming in pleasure as you fuck both of them.

“Just admit you like fucking mommy’s pussy, baby. I told you you’d get to fuck me every night if you do” Eunbi yelled, her voice shaking from how roughly you were thrusting into her.

You pay no attention to her as you fuck each woman from behind. You were a sweaty mess from how long you and Eunbi had been going at it, the air conditioner was useless at cooling the steamy environment in her office. While you were able to observe the difference in their blowjob techniques earlier, now you made notes of their bodies. Hyewon’s body and pussy were tighter, her ass and tits were noticeably smaller than Eunbi’s. Where Eunbi was lacking in having a tight pussy, she more than made up for with her chest and meaty thighs, visually pleasing to the eye. There was just something about Eunbi’s body that made you prefer it more than Hyewon’s. You thought about being able to fuck Eunbi every single day for the rest of your life, never pulling out and planting your seed inside her body.

“I take it you chose mommy instead of this whore?” Eunbi asked after a high pitched scream.

“Shut the fuck up, slut. Just take the pounding and be quiet!” Hyewon cried, her voice cracking slightly.

“Mommy wasn’t asking you!” Eunbi replied, kissing Hyewon roughly.

You continued thrusting into Eunbi fast and hard, causing her to scream in such a loud volume that it echoed throughout the office. Hopefully no one is nearby to hear.

“Answer me!” Eunbi yelled, squeezing her tits as she continued to moan.

“Don’t! Just cum inside one of us and that’ll be your-ah-answer!” Hyewon moaned while gripping onto the sofa.

“You just want him to cum inside you, whore! Baby, you better cum inside mommy. Who knows how many loads of yours have already been inside her!”

You were currently inside Hyewon, slowly removing yourself from her in order to enter Eunbi once more. Hyewon pushed her body backwards onto your cock. “No! Don’t fuck that slut yet, keep fucking me”

“You bitch!” Eunbi yelled as she squeezed Hyewon’s tits so hard my body reacted to it.

You really wanted to pull out and cum inside Eunbi, but listened to your girlfriend and kept going.

“Fuck! That feels so good… so good…”

“Whore” Eunbi snarled.

You spanked Eunbi as hard as you could, immediately pulling out of Hyewon and entering her. She was surprised by the sudden intrusion as you continued slapping her ass.

“Stop calling my girlfriend a whore, you slut” You growled.

“Bab-“

You slapped her ass again. And then slapped it again.

“Your whore pussy feels so good” you yelled.

“Baby!” Hyewon and Eunbi yell at the same time.

You grabbed onto Eunbi’s hair, yanking it roughly as you continue fucking her from behind. Your other hand fondles her tits as they clap from your violent thrusts. Hyewon got up and began rubbing Eunbi’s clit, her hands occasionally brushing against the underside of your cock. A symphony of screams and moans rang through your ears as Eunbi’s orgasm arrived: her walls constricting your cock as she groaned through the pleasure.

Hyewon captured Eunbi’s lips, both of them moaning in each other’s mouths as their tongues fought for control over the other.

It was too late to announce that your orgasm arrived, but Eunbi knew. She felt your cock swell inside her as you released your seed. You throbbed, thrusting several times as what little cum you had left was deposited into Eunbi.

Hyewon breaks the kiss and removes Eunbi from your body. All three of you are breathing heavily. Eunbi’s breasts rose up as she struggled to catch her breath, her body drenched in sweat.

“Babe” Hyewon asked, crawling upwards before laying down next to you. “Did you cum inside her?”

“Yeah” you replied, giving her a kiss. “Are you mad?”

“Of course not. I could never be mad at you. I’m glad you did, she’s been stressed for awhile” she said, giving you a sweet smile before pulling you in for another kiss.

“That was so crazy” You replied, still trying to catch your breath. “Who knew threesomes could be so intense”

“Don’t get too used to it, baby. You are my boyfriend after all. But I will allow you to fuck Eunbi unnie whenever you or her want” Hyewon laughed.

You kiss her one more time as her fingers wrapped themselves around your cock, trying to get you back to full erection. You both hear a noise and look over to see that Eunbi has fallen asleep, exhausted from the activities that just took place.

“I have to get back to work. But keep fucking her brains out when she wakes up”

A young woman is walking home after an extremely long day at her company. The alleyway to her apartment was dimly lit, the overhead light burned out a few weeks ago and the city has yet to come by and fix it. As she approaches the front lobby, a bag is draped over her head as three men grab her and toss her into an unmarked van, driving away.

A new morning has arrived and you are heading to the elevator as Hyewon clings onto your arm. You hold onto her coffee as she fixes her bow before giving you a kiss. When the elevator finally reaches your floor, you’re immediately greeted by Sakura’s mischievous smirk. Word spread quickly about your afternoon meeting with Chief Kwon and Hyewon. Everyone else in the room had the same expression as Sakura, causing you to cover your face in embarrassment and Hyewon hiding behind you. Eunbi enters and quickly captures your lips in front of everyone. She pulls away and does the same to Hyewon.

“I trust you both are well rested after yesterday’s… meeting?” She asks you, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, we are… mommy” you replied into her ear.

She laughs as she hits your chest playfully.

“Oppa, there’s a letter addressed to you” Wonyoung said.

“Who’s it from?”

“No clue. Just that it was shipped priority”

“I wonder where Yujin is, she’s never late to work you” thought to yourself.

The three of you reach your desk and find the mysterious letter. It was a plain white envelope, only containing IZ*ONE Company’s address and that it be delivered to the only male in the marketing division, that being you.

You open it and examine the letter.

If you want to see Ahn Yujin alive again come to the abandoned tower across town tonight. Alone. If you call the police, she dies. If anyone else comes besides you, she dies.

Your hands shake while holding the piece of paper. Hyewon and Eunbi’s eyes widen as they read the letter. The rest of your coworkers have worried expressions on their faces from seeing how the three of you reacted.

“What do we do?” Hyewon asks.

“Get a hold of the police. Hurry!” Eunbi yells.

Everyone quickly gathers around Hyewon and Eunbi as they read the letter. The peaceful morning a few minutes ago has now become chaotic. You try to compose yourself, your hands shaking even more with each press of the button.

Come on, come on. You mutter to yourself.

After three agonizingly long rings, the call connects.

“Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency, Starship Precinct. This is Kim Jiyeon, how may I help you?”

[itsmeevie01]

A Moment in Time- Ch 13

MASTERPOST

has it been...a week? wow.

BUT I have planned a bit of the next few chapters. YAY!

I'm also failing bio but whatever. it's fine. everything is fine. (it's really not but I won't acknowledge it.)

anyways, no warnings for this ch, just Mari and Tim time!

Tim’s hotel room was nice. He really couldn’t complain, but there was something that made the back of his neck prickle. It hadn’t been only at the hotel either, but it was where he had felt it most acutely. There was someone at the hotel watching him.

When he had arrived in Paris the night before, Tim had been shocked at the tense atmosphere. The last time he had visited six months earlier, there hadn’t been this feeling of everyone holding their breath. Now, Tim was tense simply because everyone around him was. He wasn’t sure if it was the feeling of being watched or if it was the way everyone was holding their breath, but Tim’s nerves were frying very quickly.

He was supposed to meet Marinette for coffee in the next hour, and Tim was more than ready to see a face that he wasn’t paying to like him. As he slumped into a chair, the teen debated texting Marinette to ask for somewhere slightly more private to stave off his paranoia. As the clock ticked down, Tim gritted his teeth, caught up in his head. A ding from his phone brought him back to the present. With a glance down Tim jolted.

Tim+Marinette

Marinette- Hey! Just a reminder that we are meeting at that café I gave you the address to. I’ll be there in about 15 minutes, so I’ll see you soon!

Tim- Thanks, Marinette! I’m looking forward to seeing you!

Marinette- Me too 😊

Tim studied his phone before he yelped. It was a five-minute walk to the café, and he still hadn’t changed from his suit from earlier. The teen groaned and shook his head at his forgetfulness.

Marinette was surprisingly nervous when she sat down at the café she had told Tim about. Her hand was shaking, and she had no idea why. In front of her was a plate with a muffin and a coffee cup that had been made the way the staff knew she liked. The truth was this is where she camped out when her room was closing in on her. That meant that the people who worked there knew Marinette well enough to respect her privacy, while also holding a conversation when she had the time.

With a shaking hand, Marinette set her sketchbook on the tables and opened it to the last sketch she had been working on. As she cleaned up the lines and made notes about what specifications she wanted Marinette started to fall into the mental spiral that could trap her for days.

Had she picked the right clothes?

Why was she worried about what she wore?

Would Plagg behave? He was known for causing trouble for her.

Would Tim be nice in person, or would he be like most of the corporate douches that she worked with at Agreste?

Would Hawkmoth attack while they were together?

What if the media caught sight of them? Oh, she should have picked a more private place to meet!

A sharp prick on her thigh had Marinette yipping quietly, but the look Plagg gave her told the teen that he knew what was going through her head.

The Kwamii snuck up to her shoulder and his in her hair. “careful, Red. There are people here but not too many, this kid seems like he has a good head on his shoulders. We can trust him on that. You won’t get a better read on him until you spend time with him in person, so don’t start the spiral just yet. Plus, you know that some of the stress from this week is getting to you. Training three Miracle holders is stressful in the best of times. You are doing it in combat times without the full team the guardians used to use.” the duo could feel the tension leave Marinette’s shoulders at the small god’s words.

The teen whispered “thanks Plagg” as she focused back on the design in front of her.

Tim walked into the café and glanced around as he ordered.

There were only a few patrons there. in one corner was a red-headed boy who was obviously absorbed in his schoolwork. Near the middle was a girl who was typing on her computer with the manic speed of someone who had a paper due in the next day. In the far corner was a dark-haired girl who was working in some kind of notebook. And a few tables away from the register was a duo. A blonde girl whose hair was held in the kind of ponytail that made Tim cringe in sympathy, and a boy with dark hair that looked completely uncomfortable. Hopefully, Tim wasn’t witnessing a date gone wrong.

as he accepted his food, the teen headed for the girl in the back corner. He knew that Marinette had dark hair and that if she was anything like Jason, she would choose the place that would give her the best view of the space. Tim cleared his throat as he approached, breaking her out of focus on what Tim now realized was a sketchbook. “Marinette?”

“Tim! Hi! Come sit with me.” The girl’s enthusiasm made Tim smile, and he easily settled into the chair across from her.

The first few moments were awkward, but soon, Tim and Marinette were laughing and talking together happily. At one point, Tim got Marinette to really laugh. As she was pulling herself together, Tim tilted his head back. A smile danced over his features while he stretched his neck. as he leaned back, Tim noticed the blond girl narrowing her eyes at him, before glaring when she realized that she had been caught. She flipped her hair and whirled back around to face the boy that was laughing at her. Marinette snorted at the flush on the girl's face and rolled her eyes.

“that’s my friend, Chloé, she doesn’t think that I know that she is here with our friend. She’s just a big snoop.” Tim huffed a laugh and shrugged.

“Well, as long as it's just your friend spying on us, we should be fine. Are you interested in perhaps taking a walk?” Marinette giggled before standing. Tim joined her and offered her his hand. She sent him a smile and wiggled her fingers at him, before collecting her stuff and skipping off.

As she turned to smile at him, Tim called out a “hey! Wait up!” before hurrying after her.

After he had caught up with her, Marinette shot Tim a smile and led him off down the streets. He laughed and followed. The ease the girl used to navigate the streets had Tim marveling. The sound of her giggles had him smiling as he followed. Soon, they arrived at a small townhouse on the outskirts of the city. She glanced over her shoulder and inclined her head. Once they were both in the foyer, she guided him through to the sitting room.

“sorry about the…adventure. I know that you had more questions, and there were a few people in the café that I don’t trust.” Tim blinked, before nodding.

“I…ok? How did you know that I had questions? And as much as I liked exploring the city, where are we?” Marinette blushed slightly.

“we-ah. Well, we are at my Nona’s house. She lets me use it when she isn’t here to get some space. And…well…I know that your emails were full of questions, and I realized that anyone who wasn’t Parisian would have questions. And. Well. I saw a girl I don’t get along with in there and I wanted an excuse to get away from her?” Tim studied her for a moment, before bursting out laughing.

“Marinette, that would have been a perfectly fine reason, even without any reasonable justification. But” here, Tim worked to reign in his laughter, “the trip through the labyrinth of Paris, and the who thing…thank you.” A look of confusion crossed the girl’s face. “ever since I’ve landed, I’ve had the feeling that there was something watching me. Not only that, but everyone I’ve met has been holding their breath. I know that there is something going on, but I haven’t asked because I’m afraid of setting someone off. Do you know what’s going on in Paris? And why…why do I feel better here in your Nona’s home than in my hotel or the café?”

Marinette tensed as Tim talked. When he finished, she hesitated before voicing her concern. “Tim…did you say that you don’t feel like you’re being watched anymore?”

“yes?”

“oh my god. Tim! That’s…oh no. No. no. no! Tim…that means that Hawkmoth had decided that you would make a good Akuma. This house is out of the city proper, so he can’t get us here. Oh, this is so bad!”

“Marinette, hey. Stop. Look at me.” The girl, who had started to pace, paused. She glanced over at the older teen, her blue eyes wide in panic. Tim reached out and took her hands in his and gripped them tightly. Once her eyes were focused on him, and not the wall behind him, Tim spoke quietly. “Marinette are you with me?” she nodded. “is the reason that you reacted like that because of panic?” another nod. “talk me through why.” Her eyes went wide, and she looked at him in shock before taking a shaking breath and turning away.

“you could have been akumatized. You could have been akumatized and would have been with me and I would be to blame. Then you would-or still can- turn Jason and Nona against me. Then I could be exiled from Paris, or-“ Tim had squeezed her hands that he still somehow held during her spiral. Marinette spun around to face the older boy in shock.

“Marinette, how would me being akumatized become your fault? If we are going to lay blame on anyone, it would be Hawkmoth. He is the one who is going around possessing people with evil purple butterflies.” She studied him, shocked, before breathing out a sigh of relief.

“I am so sorry, Tim. I shouldn’t have freaked out like that. That was so rude.” Tim shook his head in response as she collapsed onto one of the couches.

“you have nothing to apologize for. I have a feeling that after the time you spent in Gotham, living under a supervillain for four years has been stressful. Maybe during your time in Gotham, if you don’t have the sight of my face by then,” here the younger girl giggled, relief evident in her face at the proposal for other plans, “maybe I can take you around Gotham and give you the time to explore without a psychopath with mind-reading abilities hanging over your head.”

A small smile danced over Marinette’s lips. “I would love that Tim, thank you.”

Later that evening, Marinette sighed in frustration.

Her homework was just one more thing she had to worry about. Beyond that, she really wanted to spend time with Tim. With Hawkmoth watching him, she wasn’t sure how long her friend would last in the city of love.

Another sigh broke its way free from Marinette’s throat, and the girl pushed aside the pile of schoolwork in favor of looking over her sketchbook. There, on the open page, was Tim’s face staring back up at her. She wasn’t sure what prompted her to draw him, but in this case, she was chalking up to her hand having a mind of its own. Looking down at the picture, she felt anger overtake her. Marinette had already given up so much, and yet here she was.

If this ridiculousness from Hawkmoth didn’t stop, the teen knew she would have to sacrifice her friendship with Tim as well, If only to protect him. the seed of anger seemed to burn brighter, and the girl clenched her jaw, trying to remind herself that no, this was not worth an Akumatization.

She looked up, trying to drain her eyes of the tears that had gathered without her permission, and caught sight of a purple butterfly. With trembling hands, the teen pulled out a glass jar that she had been experimenting with. One muttered spell later, the Akuma was sitting inside of the jar, and the glass had clouded over. With an angry shake of the Jar, the girl pulled out her phone and sent one text. They were ending this, tonight.

As Marinette prepared to meet her team, an assuredness settled over her. She knew that they had the ability to take down Adrien’s father. Apate just had to give the signal. And Marinette Dupain Cheng would be damned if she let an emotional terrorist ruin one more day of her life.

It was time to take Gabriel Agreste down.

sooooooo........... who liked Alya, Chloé, and Adrien date crashing. one was unintentional, but the other two totally knew something was happening bc Mari did tell ANYBODY about Tim or meeting him.

side note, yes, I consider this the first date. they don't...yet.

ahhhhhhhhh Hawkmoth is going down. Angry Mari because her friend is being threatened? you bet! no, Chloé is NOT going to be happy.

if anyone has a good suggestion for a Gotham villain who is not the Joker or Riddler PLEASE let me know. I am PLOTTING. yes, my next stop is Google. no, no one is going to be happy.

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It’s not Wei Wuxian’s fault that A-Yuan thinks he’s a rabbit, or Jiang Cheng’s fault that toddler Jin Ling used to Zidian to short out the city’s power grid, or Xue Yang’s fault that little A-Qing was strapped to his chest during a motorcycle joyride down the highway, but they are stuck going to family counseling, along with a bored Lan Wangji, a giggly Xiao Xingchen, an out-to-lunch Lan Xichen, and an indignant Jin Guangyao. A lonely Nie Huaisang gets in on the action by joining all twenty group chats and sending way too many gifs.

And, all the while, a rebellion is brewing on Wangxian’s block, their neighbors driven mad by the incessant midnight duets.

Poor Dr. Wen Qing, child psychologist and therapist extraordinaire. What has she done to deserve this?

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There’s a letter nailed to the door when they arrive home.

Wei Wuxian rips the letter from the nail and reads it aloud.

“ ‘We, the undersigned, do hereby declare Wei Wuxian and Lan Wanji to be persona non grata on Cultivator Court for the following reasons: One: Wild animals leaving unspeakable ‘presents’ on our lawns—’ ”

Wei Wuxian looks up. “That would be Lil’ Apple. Do they sell donkey diapers?”

Lan Wangji unlocks the door. “What else?”

“ ‘Two: Gangs of feral rabbits rampaging through our flower beds!’ –They do have a point here. How they keep getting loose I’ll never know. ‘Number Three: Loud duets at midnight. We get it! You’re in love! Get a soundproof basement or shut the hell up!’ ” Wei Wuxian wrinkles his nose. “Who spit in their bean curd?”

“Where do these people meet, and can I join?” asks Jiang Cheng.

* *  * *

One month earlier:

It's all the daycare’s fault, really. And also the gang’s mutual pediatrician for getting involved and setting them up with a family therapist.

And they all know they should be grateful that the authorities are letting them off easy. But—

Weekly family therapy sessions that double as parenting classes? They all already know how to change diapers and hide the matches and make airplane noises.

And none of it’s not any of their faults. More of a…

“Series of misunderstandings,” explains Wei Wuxian to Dr. Wen Qing. “I’m sure when you hear the full story, you’ll laugh too. Right, Lan Zhan?”

“I don’t think she ever laughs,” whispers Xue Yang to Xiao Xingchen, who can’t see Dr. Wen’s impassive face but dissolves into a fit of giggles anyway.

Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes at the two of them and turns to Dr. Wen. “How long is this going to take? My new fashion line launches next week! I don’t have time for this—ow!” He jerks around at A-Yuan, who's gazing up at him innocently. He glares at Wei Wuxian. “Your carrot-brained little son bit me!”

Wei Wuxian scoops his son up onto his lap. “Don’t worry, A- Yuan, Uncle Cheng didn’t mean it—”

“Thumper!” A-Yuan corrects him.

“I’m sorry. Don’t worry, Thumper , Uncle Cheng didn’t mean it.”

“That’s normal,” says Xue Yang. “ ‘Thumper’?”

Xiao Xingchen hushes him.

“I just meant I’d go for a better name,” Xue Yang goes on. “Like Iago or Mushu if we’re picking from annoying cartoon animals. Doesn’t Thumper get shot?”

“You’re thinking of Bambi,” says Meng Yao irritably. He doesn’t look up from his phone as his finger moves in a blur over the screen. He’s missing several important meetings to be here. “He's the one who gets shot.”

A- Yuan’s eyes are huge. “Bambi gets shot?”

“No, Bambi’s mother gets shot,” Xue Yang explains.

A- Yuan bursts into tears.

Lan Wangji shoots Xue Yang a look that’s pure poison.

Dr. Wen clears her throat. “This is perhaps a good example of the dysfunction that—"

“Don’t worry, Thumper’s parents are just fine!” Wei Wuxian tells A- Yuan, squeezing the boy tighter. “Jiang Cheng, show him their pictures on your phone!”

“Do you think I have cartoon rodents as my wallpaper?”

“Google it!”

“Kid’s got to learn about death sometime.” Xue Yang places a lollipop in A-Yuan’s plump little hand. A-Yuan grins at him through his tears. Xue Yang is the kids’ favorite, to the jealousy of everyone but Xiao Xingchen, who is just as beloved. “See? Now he’ll always remember it as something sweet.”

The entire group gives him a Look, save Xiao Xingchen, who’s smiling and nodding.

Sometimes I think he’s deaf as well as blind , Meng Yao texts the others. There are an endless number of group chats, with most created just to complain about the people not on that specific group chat.

WWX : That’s cruel, but...

Jiang Cheng makes an impatient sound. Jin Ling is perched on his knee, slobbering on his custom lotus-patterned purple leather cell phone case. He takes his phone out of the toddler’s mouth and sets him down on the floor. “Can we move this along? Some of us have better things to do.”

“Yes. Thank you, Mr. Jiang.” Dr. Wen glances around the circle of folding chairs. “Now, do we all know why we’re here? Mr. Xue? Would you like to go first?”

Xue Yang stops picking at his chipped black nail polish. “What?”

“Do you know why you’re here, Mr. Xue?”

“I told A-Qing to stop biting people unless they really deserve it, and besides, she’s fully vaccinated, so I don’t see the problem there—”

“Mr. Xiao? Any ideas?”

Xiao Xingchen clears his throat and shuffles his sandaled feet, nervously smoothing the fringe on his oversized tie-dye poncho. “I’m not exactly sure why we’ve been included in a Jiang family therapy session, to be quite honest.”

“Your husband and daughter have been…implicated in some of the group’s…let’s call them mishaps, and as your daughter has adopted A- Yuan’s rabbit fixa—wait a minute, where is your daughter?”

“Xingchen’s got her,” shrugs Xue Yang.

JC - JGY - WWX - Jin Ling’ Uncles

JGY : *That’s* reassuring...

JGY : They make baby leashes for a reason

WWX : Lan Zhan threatened to buy me one the last time we went to the mall. I was lost for a half hour

JC : Are you sure he wasn’t just trying to lose you in the crowd?

WWX : Actually, I think Lan Zhan *did* buy the leash in the end…

*Jiang Cheng has left the chat*

Dr. Wen inclines her head. “Your husband is beside you, Mr. Xue. Your daughter is not.”

Xue Yang cranes his neck around the room. “I’m sure she’s fine, wherever she is. Unrelated question, are all of the valuables around here locked up, or—?”

“Mr. Xue—”

“We’ll know soon enough anyway. Is there an alarm system? No, don’t tell me. I’d rather be surprised. Be right back.” He tucks his phone inside his ripped black jeans and leaves the room, whistling. The clomp of his heavy combat boots disappears down the hall.

“Don’t worry,” says Xiao Xingchen, who seems to have missed a good half of what his husband has said, as usual. “This happens all the time. A-Qing has an excellent sense of direction.”

WWX - JGY - XY - JC - LWJ - Cabbage Patch Kids

JC : What the hell does that mean? The kid’s like 5

WWX : 3, tops

JC : No way she’s 3. She stole my watch last time she played w Jin Ling

LWJ : Are you certain that wasn’t her father?

NHS : XXC would never hahaha 😭 😭 😭

WWX : Huaisang! Whassup!

NHS:

WWX: You change the chat name again? I like it.

JC: Can he take my place here? This whole thing is inane

WWX : "Inane"! So you *have* been using the Word of the Day calendar Lan Zhan bought you!

JC : Shut up

JGY : Like a 5-year-old stealing a watch makes any more sense than a 3-year-old?

WWX : Oh we’re back on that?

NHS : Who stole who’s what now?

LWJ : *whose

JGY : Jiang Cheng was robbed by a toddler.

JC : Don’t you have some corporate espionage to go do or someone’s job to steal or something?

NHS:

JC: Send one more gif and I reach through your phone and strangle you

NHS:

WWX: Did you watch Shrek again without us? That’s A- Yuan’s fav movie

NHS: ur always so busy w lwj n the baby n playing w ur corpses lately!

Dr. Wen sighs. “All right, then. Who would like to go next? Mr. Jiang? How about you? Phones away, everyone, please.”

Jiang Cheng makes a show of being annoyed at having to look up from his phone. “I shouldn’t even be here. This is idiotic.”

WWX - NHS

WWX: Or “inane”

NHS:

“That’s not what the power company report says, Mr. Jiang. Now, I don’t mean to accuse you of anything, but there are concerns—”

“I swear Zidian was depowered when I gave it to Jin Ling to play with,” Jiang Cheng says irritably. “He teethed on that thing for months as a baby. It’s fine.”

WWX -XY - LWJ - JGY - 🧟 🍬 🐇 🤠

JGY: Did Jiang Cheng just tell a mandated reporter that he let Jin Ling teethe on his magic lightning whip?

XY: dammit Im missing all the good stuff!

LWJ: *I’m

NHS:

JGY: You’re wasting my phone’s memory with these ridiculous gifs.

NHS: *inane gifs

XY: Jiggy why don’t you just have your 🍬 🍭 👦👨 buy you a fancy new phone with more memory?

NHS:

WWX: XY did you find A-Qing?

NHS: He lost A-Qing again?

LWJ: …Again?

XY: NHS do you like your tongue where it is or

NHS:

JGY: ?

XY: fingers. whatever.

WWX: I'm lost too

XY: nvm

JGY: That was edifying.

“Now, Mr. Jiang, I don’t mean to insinuate that you let your three-year-old nephew play unsupervised with a dangerous weapon that mistakenly activated and went on to fry the power grid and knock out all power within a five-mile radius for two weeks—”

JGY: Despicable inefficiency

“—or that you took him to a weapons expo, because, I quote ‘He’s going to have to learn to fight eventually anyway’—”

“It was an archery range.”

WWX - LWJ - NHS - Wen Chao Sucks!

WWX: Start ‘em young

NHS: i think it's inane

NHS: WWX? did LWJ smile at that one?

LWJ: No

WWX: He’s laughing on the inside

NHS: how….inane

“Mr. Jiang? Have you any response?”

Jiang Cheng crosses his arms over his chest. Jin Ling is hopping around on the floor with A- Yuan. Obviously not electrocuted, Jiang Cheng thinks, so what’s the problem? “So when my brother blows out the entire neighborhood’s power doing illegal experiments in his garage it’s okay, but I plug a space heater into the same outlet as a toaster and I’m suddenly the devil incarnate?”

NHS - WWX - JGY - Two Bros & A Guy

NHS : Why would you need a space heater in the kitchen? what I do is turn the oven on and that gets the room all hot

WWX : I think you need a new oven

NHS : Are ovens not supposed to do that??

WWX : Do fridges radiate cold?

NHS : I never thought about it that way 🤔

JGY : In the history of the world, nobody ever has.

WWX : Also, all of my illegal experiments are electricity-free.

JGY : …Jin Ling is never spending the night at your house again.

WWX : I said electricity-FREE!

JGY : Because a fridge full of corpses that you and that psychotic hooligan are trying to raise from the dead is so much better.

WWX : A) it’s a top-of-the-line industrial freezer, not a fridge, and B) those corpses were ethically-sourced—locally-sourced, anyway—

NHS : free-range & organic

WWX : zip it Huaisang

NHS : 🐓

Dr. Wen taps her clipboard with her pen. “Mr. Jiang, nobody's accusing you of anything. This is simply—”

“Whatever. What about him?” Jiang Cheng jerks a thumb at Meng Yao. “At least I didn’t set fire to anything.”

Meng Yao straightens up indignantly. “That was an accident!”

Dr. Wen looks like she wants to go home. “According to the fire marshal’s report, it—”

“I’m so terribly sorry I’m late!” A slightly disheveled Lan Xichen appears in the doorway, Xue Yang behind him. “I locked my keys in the car, and was going to call AAA, but then I remembered that we aren’t members—did you know you have to be a member?—plus my phone—”

Xue Yang slaps him on the back. His other hand, gloved as always, is holding A-Qing by the hand. Her oversized pockets clink suspiciously as she runs to go play with A-Yuan and Jin Ling. Today Xue Yang has dressed her in a pink poodle skirt, black boots with frilly socks, and a black T-shirt with the words “Daddy’s Little Delinquent” in pink script, pulling her hair into spiky little pigtails.

“—and the look the bus driver gave me when I tried paying with the $50 I luckily had in my pocket!”

“He’s telling the truth,” Xue Yang says. Over the years, an odd friendship has sprung up between him and Lan Xichen. “He has a stamped bus pass and everything. Look at the poor man. Had to squash in with the hoi poloi. He won’t be over this for weeks.”

Lan Xichen is blinking too much. “And someone on the bus stole my wallet, though I could have sworn I left the bus with it—”

Xue Yang winks at A-Qing, who grins at him and pats the bulging pocket on her frilly pink skirt.

JC - WWX

JC : Why is my lead fashion designer wearing CROCS??

WWX : His house keys must have been on the same keychain. Lan Zhan said he took today off from work

JC : Okay but why are they orange?

WWX : Not everything he owns has to be blue, you know

JC : His contract clearly states at least three out of every four articles of clothing have to be blue!

WWX : Relax, lil bro

JC : He’s the face of our Overly Elaborate Yet Elegantly Simple Eveningwear division!

NHS : Who is?

JC : GET BIRD BRAIN OFF THIS CHAT OR I SWEAR TO ZIDIAN—

NHS : 😿 who just showed up? Xichen?

WWX : Yup he just arrived after a harrowing bus experience

NHS : https://cutt.ly/Mks2dgu ?

JC : Does anyone actually like when people send them links??

NHS : https://cutt.ly/hks21H8

Meng Yao is wearing what Wei Wuxian and Nie Huaisang call his "customer service smile," a holdover from his dark days in retail. It's the closest he ever gets to showing irritation towards his fiancé. “Why didn’t you Uber over, Xichen?”

“I locked my phone in the car with the keys—”

“It’s fine, Mr. Lan," says Dr. Wen. "Please have a seat. You’re just in time. After all, you were mentioned by name in the fire marshal’s report, along with the somewhat contradictory descriptions of ‘dazed’ and ‘hysterically sobbing,’ which naturally piqued my interest—”

Lan Xichen seats himself beside Meng Yao. He's still looking somewhat frazzled Then again, his main two facial expressions are “gentle smile” and “mild anxious look.” “That was an accident. The fire, I mean. A little mishap.”

“Gentlemen, all of these incidents cannot be mere ‘accidents’—”

“I was meditating and A-Ling wandered in and knocked over the incense burner,” Lan Xichen explains hurriedly. Meng Yao, well-practiced as he is at hiding his emotions, winces slightly. “The window was open, and there was a breeze, and A-Yao just bought these new gauzy curtains that tend to flap about quite a bit—”

XY - JGY - LWJ - JC - NHS - Crossing Us Is A *Great* Idea

XY : And burn quickly

NHS : What am I missing???

XY : Insurance fraud

NHS:

XY : Yes. We’re all complicit now

JGY : Xue Yang, have you heard of a little something called libel?

XY : 🖕 We should go back to building with asbestos like they did in the good old days

JC : We’re all so glad you’re here, Xue Yang

NHS : I need to adopt a kid so I can join your group or something, this sucks, you get to go this secret club every week, jc I see wwx even less than you do

JC : stop talking

XY : What color baby you want, NHS?

JC : What the hell??

XY : That was a joke

NHS: ....

“…and I was so deep in meditation I didn’t notice the flames until the fire department arrived, but A-Ling was fine, just fine, and all the fire fighters were so very nice…”

WWX : Can confirm. Xichen was more traumatized than the kid. The firefighters had to wrap him in like fifty foil blankets

XY : XXC tells me Himbo stayed with you a full week, was that why? my boy didn't tell me

LWJ : “Himbo”? He got 1600 on his SAT.

XY: Term of endearment he knows he’s my boy plus the guy locked his keys and phone in the car for the second time this month

JC : At least he feels remorse over his child endangerment, unlike certain other people I could mention

LWJ : "Child endangerment"?

XY : Tell us again about how Jin Ling used to teethe on Zidian, JC?

NHS:

“Dr. Wen will be pleased to know that my apartment is now fully equipped with a top-of-the-line sprinkler system,” says Meng Yao smoothly. “No more incense, either. This unfortunate incident will never be repeated again.”

XY - WWX - JC - Odd Man Out

XY : At least not until the insurance money runs out

WWX : 😒

XY : Not that he needs it, after landing Himbo

NHS:

WWX: Those jokes really aren't funny

NHS: 😔

JC: Dammit NHS are you in every chat?? Did you change the chat names? Why aren't you showing up on half the participant lists?? Did you hack our phones or what??

NHS: Don’t be so *inane*

Wei Wuxian titters.

“Mr. Wei? Since you seem so eager to speak, perhaps we should move onto your issues, then.”

Wei Wuxian straightens up and points to his chest, the picture of innocence. “Me?”

Dr. Wen smiles thinly. “You, Mr. Wei. Perhaps you can tell us your side of what the school is referring to as ‘The Radish Incident.’ ”

“Well….” Wei Wuxian darts a glance over at Lan Wangji, who is as impassive as ever. “I was just burying him for fun, you know. We like to pretend he’s a radish—“

“A radish?”

“It’s a…you know. A game. I personally like potatoes better, but—”

“Mr. Wei, several parents complained to the school.”

“Because we were hogging the sandbox.”

“Because your son was running around screaming ‘I’m a chubby little radish boy!’ Which in itself would not be cause for concern. But coupled with his troubling behavior the following week—"

XY - JC - JGY - Two Men & A Half

XY : Where did she get these records? Who does she work for, the NSA?

NHS : She’s an astronaut?

JGY : How did you sneak into this chat? And did you rename it?

NHS : 😉

JGY: You're what, an inch taller than me?

XY: someone struck a nerve

JGY: It's just derivative of the other group chat, that's all.

NHS : u said no to "gettin' jiggy w it" i had no other choice. anyway what's happening over there?

JC : I’ll give Dr. W this, that kid is weird.

NHS : who a-yuan?

JC : I’ll give Dr. W this, that kid is weird.

JC : I mean, he’s my nephew, he’s a great kid, that’s not what I’m meant—

XY : *delete delete*

JC : How does your hippie husband put up with you??

JGY : We suspect brainwashing or blackmail.

“—when he decided he was a rabbit or," Dr. Wen continues, "or, as he put it, ‘Daddy’s Huggy Little Bunny Boy.”

“He is Daddy’s Huggy Little Bunn—"

“And only responds to the name ‘Thumper,’ refuses to eat anything other than carrots or food containing carrots, insists on wearing bunny ears—"

XY - NHS

XY : If it’s good enough for Louis Belcher, it’s good enough for Freaky Little Bunny Boy

NHS:

you watch the show too?? I call mingjue “bob” - u know - grumpy mustache guy

XY : I’m sure that’s gone over well

NHS: he’ll learn to love it

XY : A-Qing loves Louis

NHS:

“—hops around instead of walking, and has convinced others of the same…fantasy.”

Everyone glances over at the three children, who are hopping in a circle. A-Yuan has a fluffy little tail on the seat of his pants, carefully sewn on by Lan Wangji. Jin Ling has a handful of cotton balls that had been badly superglued on by an annoyed Jiang Cheng. And A-Qing has a wad of blue cotton candy taped to her frilly pink skirt with a strip of duct tape. As they watch, Jin Ling rips the cotton candy off and stuffs it in his mouth. A-Qing shoves him onto his cottony rear end.

“That’s my girl!” Xue Yang calls.

“Daddy’s proud of you!” Xiao Xingchen adds, though he’s not quite sure what’s going on.

Dr. Wen sighs. “I’m still unclear about how this started. Was it the rabbit incident? Mr. Lan—" She nods her head at Lan Wangji to differentiate between the brothers. Lan Xichen has fallen asleep in his chair, exhausted by his first-ever bus ride. “—I mean, I beg your pardon, Dr. Lan. Perhaps you can fill us in on that? He told his teacher he was attacked by a rabbit monster."

“So he was bitten by one rabbit!” Wei Wuxian says when Lan Wangji just eyes her coldly. “It wasn’t Lan Zhan’s fault. That rabbit was bad news. It had this gleam in its eye—lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eyes—"

Xiao Xingchen emits a muffled little squeak. Xue Yang looks annoyed. He hates when other people make Xiao Xingchen laugh.

NHS - JC

NHS:

JC: yes yes we all get the Jaws reference

NHS: the last movie we all watched together : /

JC: yes I just said that

NHS: like three months ago

JC: and?

NHS: just saying...

“He was scared of the rabbits after that, and so Lan Zhan told him that rabbits only bite their own, and, well…I mean, we have a hundred rabbits in our backyard. It was either rehoming them and making the news like those crazy cat people, or making A-Yuan feel better.”

A-Yuan hops past, wiggling his cotton tail.

Jiang Cheng rubs his temples.

“All right, Mr. Wei. Thank you. That’s…elucidating. We’ll delve into that in future sessions. Now, perhaps we can discuss the June 7th incident involving you and Mr. Xue?”

Xiao Xingchen starts to laugh again. Xue Yang grins to himself.

LWJ - JC

LWJ : What happened on the 7th?

JC : Am I my brother’s keeper??

“Now, the seventh? I was…hard to remember, all that time ago…” Wei Wuxian taps his chin. "The mists of time and all that."

“It was three weeks ago, Mr. Wei.”

“The seventh….the seventh…was that a Tuesday—?”

“Wen Chao had it coming,” said Xue Yang. Smirking, he twirls his ponytail around a finger. His ponytail is long and sleek and sprouts from the top of his head like an 80s schoolgirl's. “Amiright, ‘Mr. Wei’?”

Wei Wuxian coughs. “You mean the Wen Chao who lives on Qishan Road? That Wen Chao?”

“That spoiled rich kid?” Jiang Cheng asks. (“As if you’re one to talk,” says Xue Yang.) “With the oversized Humvee and tractor-sized tires with spinning rims? Zipping down the street at all hours and blasting his music? I went to college with him. He used to leave double-deckers in the bathroom at frat parties.”

Dr. Wen swallows a long-suffering sigh. “Thank you, Mr. Jiang. I’m sure that information will prove most helpful in evaluating your brother’s case. Mr. Wei, your arrest, combined with the Huggy Little Bunny Boy Incident, does not fill me with confidence.”

“Not arrested—"

“Taken for questioning,” Xue Yang agrees. “By the neighborhood watch. Golf dads and wine moms. Very different from 'arrested.' "

"And you should know," says Meng Yao.

JC - JGY

NHS : What’s going on? What am I missing????

JGY: Did you just make a new group chat? Your name isn't showing up. This is disconcerting.

NHS: don’t worry about it

JC : We’re talking about Wen Chao

NHS : overcompensating humvee ex-frat boy with the hair gel? vomit in the jacuzzi and streak across the field at the big game wen chao? ur babysitter's cousin?

JC : The very idiot

NHS : He has nice sunglasses

JC : For a Russian mobster

NHS : Says the guy who owns a purple zebra striped jacket

JC : Says the guy with more bird-themed shirts than Winston Bishop

JGY : Touche.

NHS : i didn’t know u watch New Girl 2! we must talk l8tr shorturl.at/vDI26

JGY : Your abbreviations are marginally shorter than the actual words.

NHS :

JC : Cleaning bird cages does take up most of one’s afternoon

NHS : see, u get it

JC : Dr. Wen isn’t buying whatever WWX is selling here.

JGY : Wen Chao is related to Dr. Wen. If WWX had any more sense than a chipmunk, he’d realize that. No matter how much you hate someone, family is family...

“Wen Chao was a public menace,” says Wei Wuxian self-righteously. “He deserved what he got. Speeding down the street all the time. Think of the children!”

LWJ - WWX

LWJ: Why is this my first time hearing about this?

WWX: You’ve heard me complain about WC a million times. I even named a group chat after him!

LWJ: Wei Ying.

WWX: You were off visiting your uncle with A-Yuan ! You left me unsupervised! I am not to be blamed!!!

LWJ: We’ll discuss this later

WWX: 😓

“Perhaps the better question is where you got all those fish,” says Dr. Wen.

Everyone turns to look at Xue Yang.

“A magician never reveals his secrets,” he grins.

Xiao Xingchen chuckles.

“Five hundred dollars in damages, Mr. Xue. Raw fish juice is difficult to get out of faux tiger fur upholstery, I understand.”

Xue Yang flaps his hand. “His father can afford it.”

“That is not the—" Dr. Wen stops, perhaps realizing that an argument with Xue Yang means forfeiting a chunk of her sanity. “Moving on, Mr. Xue, can you explain this picture you posted on social media?”

“That picture’s an old one. A-Qing’s just a baby.”

“Mr. Xue, given the recent threats you made towards A-Qing’s daycare teacher for putting her in a time-out for stealing her classmate’s graham crackers and apple juice, this is relevant.”

“Posting that to the public account was a mistake, if that’s your concern. My Insta for A-Qing is private, but I was in a candy store and got kind of distracted by the new sugar-frosted fruity explosion jaw-busting mega bombs—"

“You fail to understand the issue, Mr. Xue. What’s that in her mouth?”

“Fingers. Or is that a toe?”

Xiao Xingchen laughs.

“They weren't real,” says Xue Yang.

WWX - JC

WWX:

JC: Great more gifs

“I think I have one with the Halloween store tags still on—" Xue Yang scrolls through the hundreds of photos of A-Qing filling his phone. “Should be one in here somewhere—oh, look, Xingchen, these are from your birthday party; I tell you, Amazo the Magnificent had no sense of humor at all; you’d think nobody had ever replaced his rabbit with a porcupine before-"

Jin Ling hops by. “Rabbit!” he cheers.

Jiang Cheng groans.

“There is blood on the fingers, Mr. Xue.”

Xue Yang gives a breezy laugh. “Paint. The springy plastic is perfect for teething. You just put it in the freezer for a few hours—real fingers wouldn’t work; they’d freeze solid, which makes good ice packs for those hard-to-reach places, sure, but as far as teething goes—”

Dr. Wen holds up a hand. “Thank you, Mr. Xue. That’s enough. My next question is about this speeding ticket, which you received while your daughter was strapped to your chest.”

“She was wearing a helmet!”

“You were driving a motorcycle down the highway, Mr. Xue.”

Xue Yang glances hurriedly at Xiao Xingchen, who’s frowning. “These were two separate incidents—"

“Mr. Xue, I don’t think that that makes it much better—"

“Ouch!” Meng Yao shoots to his feet. “He bit me! Your son bit me!”

Wei Wuxian scoops up A- Yuan, who's looking very satisfied with himself. “You shouldn’t have worn a carrot-orange shirt, then.”

“It’s not orange, it’s beige—"

“Maybe he was aiming for Xichen’s crocs and missed,” Xue Yang suggests.

Meng Yao pats his pockets. “Where’s my phone?”

Xue Yang winks at A-Qing, whose already-stuffed pocket is bulging further. Xue Yang likes dressing her in disarmingly cute dresses and skirts with huge pockets, the better to hide her loot. She grins and twirls a pigtail like Xue Yang twirls his ponytail and skips off with Jin Ling and A- Yuan.

Meng Yao is wearing the fixed smile of a Starbucks barista whose customer just asked to speak to the manager. Never a good sign. “Could somebody be so kind as to call my phone?”

Wei Wuxian makes a show of dialing. No one else moves. Lan Xichen mumbles something to himself in his sleep, chin sunk deep in his chest.

“Sorry, Jiggy,” says Wei Wuxian. “Maybe you left your phone at home?”

“You all saw me using it not a minute ago, and kindly stop calling me Jiggy—"

“A-Yao?”

Meng Yao’s customer service smile slips. “Just stop talking for five seconds, that’s all I ask—"

Dr. Wen shakes her head. At this point she seems more bored than anything else. “Moving along, Mr. Xiao, this is perhaps inconsequential when held up beside your husband’s joyrides with A-Qing—"

“Not a joyride,” Xue Yang interrupts. “That motorcycle is registered in my name. Well, a name—"

“—but A-Qing’s teacher has told me that she witnessed you allowing A-Qing to take candy from strangers.”

“The lady seemed nice,” says Xiao Xingchen, folding his hands placidly in his lap. “She had peppermints.”

Xue Yang sighs fondly.

JC - WWX

NHS: thnx for calling me WWX. reception could be better but this is better than anything on tv. literally candy from strangers?

JC: Dear heaven HE’S back. Just text a chat you're actually on!

NHS: ‘Dear heaven’?

JC: This is inane!

WWX: …not bad

Xiao Xingchen smiles. “She smelled like snickerdoodles and lavender.”

Dr. Wen sighs. “Mr. Xiao—"

“I’ll talk to him later, doctor,” says Xue Yang, patting Xiao Xingchen’s arm reassuringly. “Anything else? What did Mr. Beige do?” He grins at Meng Yao, who’s still looking for his phone.

“Mr. Meng, aside for the fire, which we’ve established is not your fault—though, fiance or not, you should be a bit more judicious in your choice of babysitters—"

Lan Wangji shoots Dr. Wen a look that almost melts the metal clip on her clipboard.

She absorbs it without so much as an eyebrow twitch. “—there is the Treehouse Incident, though I don’t believe the collapse of your nephew’s treehouse was your fault.”

JC - WWX - LWJ - We’re All Cool Here We Promise

NHS : i hear he bought the biggest fanciest one he could then set it up himself and then it fell down at the first storm. if that’s not a metaphor for his life I don’t know what is

JC : That wasn’t funny, someone could have gotten hurt

WWX : it was kind of funny

NHS : it was very funny

LWJ : "Hurt" like a baby at a weapons expo?

NHS : LWJ IN DA HOUSE!

JC : It was an ARCHERY RANGE

LWJ:

NHS: LWJ USED A GIF IM DEAD LMAO—

LWJ: *I’m

“We are suing the playhouse company,” says Meng Yao. “Right, Xichen?”

“Hm?” Lan Xichen sits up with a jerk. “I beg your pardon?”

Meng Yao gives him a patient smile and turns back to Dr. Wen. “As you can see, we have the situation well in hand.”

Lan Xichen has no idea what he’s talking about but nods along anyway. “Of course we do. In fact—" He whips out a recorder and starts playing “Wonderwall.”

“That was…lovely,” says Dr. Wen once he finishes. “Don’t do it again. Now, moving on to the County Fair Incident—"

“Which was an accident!”

“One more interruption, Mr. Wei, and you will be asked to return for solo counseling."

JC - LWJ - XY - NHS - Lan Wangji Pls Stop Vetoing All My Best Chat Names Thnx

NHS : Make him stand in the corner! LWJ, does that ever work at home?

XY : I think he uses *stronger* methods 😏

*Lan Wangji has left the chat*

JC : Xue Yang shut up I will end you that’s my brother

XY : End me with your sparkly little whip? 👀

JC : Your husband’s sitting right next to you you little freak. Allo people are so fricking annoying!

NHS : hey!

JC: I call it as I see it

NHS: your one to talk 😒

*Lan Wangji has joined the chat*

LWJ : *You're

*Lan Wangji has left the chat*

XY : How old were you when you lost your sense of humor, Grape Boy?

JC : “Grape Boy” is that the best you can do?

XY : there are children present

NHS : 🤭 🤭 🤭

JC : Same way there are children present while barreling down the highway at 80 mph on a motorcycle?

NHS:

XY : The state troopers blew that way out of proportion

Dr. Wen taps her clipboard. “Stealing livestock violates Section 2 of the Farm and Livestock Act—”

“No harm no foul,” shrugs Xue Yang. “And Xiao Xingchen gave all the trampled people candy afterward, so we’re all square. Well, snacks, anyway."

“Good snacks,” Xiao Xingchen adds. “Carob-covered rice cakes and trail mix.”

NHS: 🤢

“You can’t just hand out nuts children who might have an allergy—"

“There were also boxes of raisins. Full-size.”

Dr. Wen struggles to keep from rolling her eyes. Jiang Cheng rolls his hard enough for the both of them.

JC - NHS

NHS:

JC: wtf is that get that off my screen

“According to the police report, all three of your children broke into the paddock, released the donkey, and rode him down the main promenade, scattering fairgoers in their wake. I have the video.” Dr. Wen holds up her phone. Loud screams and merry-go-round music blast from her phone. “Mr. Xue? Anything to say?”

“That guy was barely trampled,” says Xue Yang. “Also, I had nothing to do with opening the paddock, whose latch sticks (just by the way), or helping the kids up onto the donkey, so—"

“This was found at the scene.” She holds up black leather necklace with a single red bead. "Look familiar, Mr. Xue?”

Xue Yang touches his bare throat. “I’ve been framed.”

“And this.” She holds up a flute and glances over at Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian darts a quick glance over at Lan Wangji, who does not look amused. Then again, he never does. “Since when was I even a suspect—?"

“Since you left your flute there like an idiot,” says Jiang Cheng.

“Lil’ Apple’s paddock was too small! I had to do something."

“Gentlemen—"

The cuckoo clock on the wall goes off, waking up Lan Xichen, who’s drifted off again. He whips out his recorder again but Meng Yao lays a gently restraining hand on his wrist.

Dr. Wen rises. “We will continue this next week. In the meantime, I have some worksheets—"

JC - NHS

JC : Kill me now

NHS : i wouldnt tempt LWJ if i were u…

JC : not like I take up any of WWX’s precious time anyway anymore. LWJ goes out of town and WWX teams up with that nutcase ex-juvenile delinquent of all people to vandalize WC’s car?? In college we stole WC's team's stupid tortoise mascot together

NHS : …..i'll call u later

JC : Please don’t

NHS :

NHS: u can come over on ur own to watch a movie or smthing u know

NHS: ur new line launched already so ur not so busy now right?

NHS: u can bring jin ling along as a chaperone if u want

NHS: hello?

NHS: that was a joke…

JC: okay but no more romcoms

NHS: u brought mama mia over last time not me

JC: I grabbed the wrong dvd

NHS: …..🤐

JC: 🖕

NHS: 😏 see u soon

* * * *

One month later:

“Best session yet!” says Wei Wuxian as they pull up to his house in Jiang Cheng's sleek purple Jaguar. “I mean, Dr. Wen wasn’t thrilled about the whole ‘our kids visited Nie Huaisang’s bird sanctuary and now think they’re skvaders’ thing, but all in all—"

“Just get out of the car.” Jiang Cheng gives him a little shove. They’d all been busy this past month, and had only seen Nie Huaisang once, but that had been enough to convince the kids that they’re hybrid bunny-birds. “I’ll wait outside while you go and get Jin Ling—" He stops. A letter is nailed to the front door.

“Is someone starting another Protestant reformation?” Wei Wuxian jokes. He grins at Lan Wangji, who raises his eyebrow slightly. Excellent. So he found the joke as funny as he did, though going by the way he eyes the nail he’s not thrilled about what just happened to the door’s glossy blue paint.

Wei Wuxian rips the letter from the nail and starts to read aloud. “ ‘We, the undersigned, do hereby declare Wei Wuxian and Lan Wanji to be persona non grata on Cultivator Court for the following reasons: One: Wild animals leaving unspeakable “presents” on our lawns—’ ”

Wei Wuxian looks up. “That would be Lil’ Apple. Do they sell donkey diapers?”

LWJ unlocks the door. “What else?”

“ ‘Two: Gangs of feral rabbits rampaging through our flower beds!’ –They do have a point here. How they keep getting loose I’ll never know. ‘Number Three: Loud duets at midnight. We get it! You’re in love! Get a soundproof basement or shut the hell up!’ ” Wei Wuxian wrinkles his nose. “Who spit in their bean curd?”

“Where do these people meet, and can I join?” asks Jiang Cheng.

Wei Wuxian slings an arm around his shoulders, the first time in weeks. Jiang Cheng hasn’t seen much of his brother outside of the counseling sessions. “Dr. Wen says that kind of negativity is toxic.”

Jiang Cheng grunts, but lets Wei Wuxian keep his arm on his shoulder. “I’ll show you toxic—”

The babysitter is sitting under the table with Jin Ling and A-Yuan when they enter the house, building a miniature cenotaph made out of blocks.

“The kids okay, Wen Ning?” Wei Wuxian asks him.

Wen Ning peers out from between two chairs. “We were under siege for a couple of hours. Pitchforks and torches, same old thing. But we turned out the lights and stayed away from the windows and made s’mores.”

“So that’s what happened to all the plastic lawn flamingos. Trampled by angry villagers."

Jiang Cheng pinches his temples. “I told you adopting an incontinent donkey was a bad idea. At least keep his paddock locked.”

“We don’t have to tell your sister about this, do we, Wen Ning? …Good. What did the mob look like? Did you catch any names?”

“They were led by a fat man with a goatee and a skinny old guy with beady eyes and a moustache like two long droopy rat tails." Wen Ning crawls out from under the table. “The skinny guy was wearing bright red and blue and purple clothes and the fat guy had a bullhorn. And my cousin Wen Chao was in back yelling something about the rising cost of dry cleaning in this day and age, I think?”

“Yao and Ouyang.” Wei Wuxian makes a face. “Power couple from hell, and I should know. I’ve been there.”

“Are they those nosy neighbors you’re always complaining about?” asks Jiang Cheng.

“They’ve been after us from day one!”

“Well, having that fierce corpse of yours key their car didn’t help.”

“That was an accident.”

Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes.

“You know, Nie Huaisang has been texting me about this house for sale next door to him,” says Wei Wuxian thoughtfully. “Lan Zhan, maybe we should check it out?”

Jiang Cheng picks up Jin Ling and pats him gently on the back. “You’re just going to have the same problem with the angry villagers, just across town.”

“No, it’s a big corner lot. I’ve seen it. Looks like the Addams Family lives there. Comes with its own little graveyard and everything. Huaisang’s family owns it, and they’ve been trying to unload it for months, but everyone thinks it’s haunted just because of that time I brought those fierce corpses with me on a visit and they got loose—but that’s neither here nor there. It’s perfect!”

Lan Wangji nods.

“Whatever.” Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes. “Let’s get going, A-Ling.”

Once he’s strapped Jin Ling into his car seat, he takes out his phone.

JC - NHS

JC : Your plan worked

Nie Huaisang:

???

Jiang Cheng: yeah. Thanks for riling them up behind my brother’s back all month. Class move. Direct and straightforward

NHS:

NHS: not that they needed much inciting. wwx blowing up the garage was the last straw

JC : was still weirdly convoluted for no reason

JC : Not sure why you had to get me involved either

NHS: says the guy who lives 20 blocks away but still volunteered to file the noise complaint because, i quote, “the duets *R* annoying”

JC : well you can’t file a complaint about them stopping mid-conversation with you to gaze soulfully into each others’ eyes for ten minutes

NHS : *snort*

JC : If you miss WWX so much 🙄 why didn’t you just tell him straight out instead of pulling this shtick?

NHS:

NHS : there’s another house available down the street just fyi…

NHS: my big fat greek wedding sat night? u bring the dvd n i’ll get the pizza

Shaking his head, but smiling to himself, Jiang Cheng starts the car.